Poem by Aram Stefanian
It seems everyone on earth got a certain mission
To grasp the sheer mystery of a divine existence
A few of the mortals are granted free admission
A soul's incapable of crushing the resistance
Of your feeble body to an incurable disease
Wonder why destiny plays fast and loose with you?
Both thwarting your hopes and effecting the release
Death makes up for birth, what else is new?
A spiral transformation of an embryonic mind
Is gonna lead you to the lethal extinction
A closing time ain't restricted, just a double bind
Where is the angel who can lift that malediction?
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