Death, our great friend,
Is a relief to us as
We, tired from life,
Wander like mindless drones,
Stooping down in anguish
From our endless groans.
Life is in absence, nothing.
Until we fall to the ground,
Closing our eyes and
Drowning out the lifeless moans.
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