Trying to identify who is worth your time
While the lost ones tend to occupy your mind
The Reaper don’t discriminate, he creep up from behind
And in one fell swoop we are meeting the Divine
Guess it’s just the circle of life
First we’re birthed
Then search for purpose some of us will never find
Some put it all on the line
And if they’re broken by the grind
They’re consumed by their vices trying to feel alive
It all brings a sense of humility
Are we free or pawns of cosmic nobility?
Forced to play a conscientious game
In the end, we return whence we came
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Genuflect and in God we trust

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