Life has many meanings,
Both cruel and blessed,
From the moon in the night,
And the sun in the day,
Life is slowly sucked away.
Life comes down on you,
Like a heavy weight,
Testing your sanity,
and your faith.
Fate is but nothing,
Only the devil awaits,
To reap your soul,
From gods loving grace.
Life is a stage that delays the soul from death,
To be purged,
From your last dying breath,
So here I lay,
The stars over head,
The moon in the sky,
And a gun at my head.
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