The door of demise is at
Hand
A sane mind will not
Understand
The problems with
Future, lies from the past
Life's
An illusion your living won't
Last

Death is the answer of all
Things to come
Death is are god
Slaves to him we become
Don't
Spend forever guessing your
Fate
Kill yourself now tomorrow's
To late

To grow old or die in
Slow vain
Is mans destiny with
Sorrow and pain
Let yourself go
And leave this behind
You hold
The key to the other side

Open
Your eyes to the real
World
Release your mind, let it
Unfurl
You will see truth in all
Things to come
You will see death
And what you've become

See the
Light that's bighter than
Day
Remove the blind it's better
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