We live and love, we live and lose, we live
There’s passion, poison, sadness in each heart
The end of everything is when we give
The passion, poison, sadness as a part
of sacrifice; we give our gifts to god
The things we have in life are what we are
the end of life is part of life, it’s odd
that sudden death can be so near, so far.
We own our death, we own our birth, our life;
the only things we give are birth and death
our own, our children’s, more than man and wife
we procreate, we build another’s breath.
And if we choose to end a life, we will
complete the living circle when we kill.

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