When do we sign off from thesdm extreme mental and physical challenges?
Our lands are tired of us
The weather rejects our presence
The sun incinerates us
The rain smacks us
The moon refuses to lighten up our darkness
Our flesh gives way for bones
To proclaim our predicament
All creatures ignore our presence.
We live in idleness of mind.
Our body bears a mass of bruise
Please sign me off
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