Think Life could not be
Without Death
Think Death could not be
Without Life
For man's dream of living forever
Is no dream but a mare of the night
In which he would carry on riding
Deep into a world with no light
His company
Souls with no reason
Their only vision to fight
For ever reducing conditions
To feed their obsession with Life
Multiplied
With no division
Removal by death
Not in sight
This place would become
Mans worst prison
From which he’d removed
Means of flight
But there is however a saviour
As this story life never will tell
For this place
It is known already
It is that place
We know as Hell
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Strange but true. Enjoyable and certainly more clarity second time around. Deeply profound!