its your choice to live forever
oxygen is a start but a drying river
tell me why you choose to remain flesh
dust is corrupt but spirit is fresh
I ignore days less of eternity
days that remind me of earthly fraternity
I look the same like all men
born of words and I know when
my origin is not from this place, never
I have chosen to live forever.
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