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Grave Reality

Grave Reality

Eventually my temp friends
the tipping point will be reached
where our walls of delusion
get eternally breached
by the irrefutable
no longer deniable truth
that all things do end
and that none of us passengers
were meant to exit this mess alive

This fleeting life we share
was always meant to be
a one way suicide mission

Perhaps our legacies
may briefly survive
our kept from us expiration dates
but there's no reprise
for the built to fail mortal bodies
we were assigned at birth

So I suggest with all humility
we as a species collectively
gather ye rosebuds while ye may

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