Men are like shadows
Moving stealthily across life
waking up at sunrise and
Sleeping at sunset
Trying to make ends meet
Nourishing their flesh wih meat
Trying to create a niche for themselves
When they reach their peak
They transcend slowly but speedily
To the moments they detested most
Being all alone in the grave
We are like passersby
Earning nothing but only rotting
Only those who believed that
That they lived to be relieved
Will live again
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