We are born as mortals why otherwise pretend
For the most successful of people life comes to an end
The Reaper does not respect money or fame
To him all are equal he treats all as the same
We are born as mortals and death is our fate
And on us like all life forms there is a use by date
For the monarch and president a last night and day
The Seasons pass quickly and time ticks away
Of the supposed life after death i am not to know
The doubt of the existence of such only in me does grow
Since any of the deceased people i've known have not come back to me to tell
Of the existence of a heaven or of the existence of a hell
So i will cling to life for as long as i can
And hopefully die without pain as a very old man.
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