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- Spoiler:
- Dying to live, that's something people don't seem to say,
They don't think about it, but we live to die someday,
We're all blessed and cursed with the same exact fate,
But who's to say that we can't forget our dying state.
Sure we die, we live, we die, and we live again,
But when we die for the last time, we enter in again
To a world where nothing is wrong and all is peaceful,
Where there is love and happiness, and no one is hateful.
When we die, it's only a new beginning, a beginning of peace,
And there's nothing we can do to stop it or make a crease
In society's number one concern and relief
We die, we live, we die, and we live again in peace.
So when you die, you really are alive, just in another way,
And when you live in another way, you breathe in another way,
And you seem to be forgiving of everything that happened before,
And what could we ask for except for anything more
Than what we are given, we don't choose our life,
We can choose the outcome of our everlasting strife.
But we can't choose or change the inevitable fate
Of what will happen to us when we die to live, in our dying state.
