may never be found
again.
Maybe, he should dust off his collar
with the tears he cried every night
for his dearly beloved
who lost faith in them,
saddled an ass,
and headed into the void.
Maybe,
For what is lost,
may never be found
again.
Death is only the beginning And life is just a preparation for it Imagine living forever With what you have done Wrong or right Good or bad The excruciating pleasure That without measure Or the unbearable sorrow That doesn't leave tomorrow Think about it How are you preparing for your beginning? Death is only the beginning And life is preparation for it.
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