AN unsolved mystery, man's history
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A path of zenith called death,
But full of temporary mastery.
Reached by every human.
It is full of pleasure, treasure
And joy with a bit sorrow,
sadness and madness.
king of twist, queen of feast,
Having a lane of love and fun,
Lane with many home of jealousy.
We all have to travel it, and
Before zenith we have to lose it
WHICH IS JUSTICE.
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