complications.
thats all this world is.
war, death,
crime, punishment.
we fear that what we
can not explain.
this life is our grave.
its only when we have
completed our
death sentence
that we learn to live.
they gaze back at us
below. somewhere
naked to the eye they
rejoice. somewhere
sprawled among the
grass we lay.
unanswered questions
will keep baking in the sun
until the day we pass from
one life to another.
until the day we pass
from death to life...
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