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hmm, where to begin…
hmm, where to end…
Life has to start sometime
Just as it has to finish

The gods, atop their mountain,
do not know of this way.
They are immortal,
never knowing the taste of death.

Fate spins her webs,
and Destiny forges his chains.
Chance flips the coins
while Greed hordes them away.

Death, a single blossom,
dressed in ebon black,
bears a sweet perfume
that hides its toxic sting.

When the day ends
and light gives way to night
always remember that it too will end
and that morning will always come.

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