The wonderment and joy of giving birth.
Creating life that shall be lived.
But oh the life has no worth.
Not yours nor mine.
This life we live is for nothing.
Every waking day is just one day closer to our death.
Why should we worry about what happens in life
when eventually we shall rot in the molding grave that holds our corpses.
The tears that had been shed throughout your life
have no meaning behind them now that you're dead.
You await so anxiously for something grand
Yet you try to so hard to avoid your death.
Each day that gets closer to your desired wish
is just one day closer to your dire predicament.
Fill your heart and be content
for you will one day meet your end.
Whether you believe in destiny or not
everyone's end is still the same.
Some more bloody
some more brutal
some more quiet
some more subtle
But face the chilling truth
You will one meet your own demise.
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