Poem -

The last train.

The last train.

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

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