A story so real that we can all feel
Filled with worries, sadness, and lies
A story of happiness, anger and fear
That were all forced to call life
You dont decide who your parents would be
Or the people you meet along lifes path
But ofcourse you can pick your own destiny
But the end either way is death
With diffrent begginings, middles, and ends
With diffrent parents, customs, and friends
With people, places, and beliefs to defend
Yet, through it all the end is death
A story so real that we can all feel
Filled with worries, sadness, and lies
A story with happiness, anger, and fear
Where the end!.!.!.!.!.is always we die
Its called the end is death
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