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Meaning of Living
Life is hell
Living is agony
Though no one will tell
Life hates others and me
Living means death
Death means freedom
You take that first breath
And step into oblivion
Leaders of power
Sometimes our enemy
Perhaps for just one hour
Will you leave me be?
What is this life
You speak of?
With a flash of a knife
You'd end up up above
Is light our enemy?
Is darkness our friend?
Or could it be
That both is friend at the end?
Love and hate
Friend and enemy
Family, sometimes of no relate
Can be a gift or burden of heavy
Loving to live?
What do you see?
Maybe you have to give
So that life is full of glee
 Mafdet of Egypt · Sun Jan 01, 2006 @ 10:39am · 1 Comments |
