Everything that burn eventually dies
For in this earth vain impulses are constrained
But while we bid goodnight to yesterdays
With all vanity of existence gone
Everything that matter narrows into zero
Because our exuberant profile matter not with eternity at
sight
But our contribution when culminate into smile on the
people’s faces
We then eventually profit from this business of living
We are the children of the earth, in the dignity of the heart we parade on this platform of existence
for all mortals to exhibit their instinct
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