Ephemeral you are why do you come
If I have to lose rather I don't want
Death is apt rather that tiresome dying
Intelligent beasts why are you flying
Months have past just longing for you
But at the end everything goes into mist
Few are humans in the crowd of wilds
Grazing accross the ocean beyond my fields
The world is already there what a farce
You are making in the name of research
Ultimate truth ends in the death
A nice comedy I feel in your breath
Many died on this stage and more on the line
This is your time act in the best way
You will get the prize in the final breath
And the last breath is nothing but your death.
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