
All, made of bone and blood,
Yet, try to comprehend
This life they succumbed.
Those who knew and understand, dread.
The others, deny and pry
While the rest, comply.
All die.
Yet, they live.
Or survive.
Even, love.
In the infinitude bits of tropes,
They thrive.
Live, survive, and love.
But one should never forget,
All, made of bone and blood,
And all will be dead.
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