Dose life start at the beginning, or dose life start at the end.
For me the start of life was the start of a worrying trend,
Bad wrongs I forget, right wrongs I mend.
Deaths the end to life, but dose that mean its an end.
If wrongs a product of right, is right how we begin,
Dose life start at the beginning or dose life start at the end.
I’ve managed to escape the illusion,
That all ends lead to a conclusion.
I’ve been told 'bout beginnings and ends,
It’s the middle where I aim my coercion.
Does the end start at the beginning, or does the end start as we end.
The end only justifies the means if the end is carefully planned.
To be placed in realities palace, as a servant, not a free man,
Means that rain cannot but splash our palm,
Unless we've asked before hand.
The illusion of lines and boundaries,
Is taught with no apologies,
Not through the vessel of lies,
It’s just done around the idea of destiny.
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