Poem -

The last train.

The last train.

In life it seems we areĀ 
ultimately powerless in our struggle.
Death is not the end..Ā 
It is merely a transition.Ā 
Perhaps a long awaited freedom.
Far from the gruelling and meaninglessĀ 
constraints of mortal existence.

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