a mortality mentality
You're just dust in a gust!
or a win? you're just wind
your fin? in a dustbin
your demise? maybe wise, in the eyes of spies
mouth of the south, going forth in the north, best in the west, deceased in the east
the end, my friend
breath before death, Seth
armagideon oblivion
back in black
impermanent, like the concept of a firmament
alive, and all that jive
fake awake, Jake - life is but a dream
wussup? wake up, break up, make up, and take up macrame
what's goin down? yup, every damn clown, into the ground
temporary, like January
fleeting, like a meeting
permanent sleep, said the weeping creep, over the dead in bed
we're all in trouble, like bubbles
forms that pass like storms
spit some terms, before eaten by worms
goin on that cremation vacation
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