An eagle dying on the earth
Who flew in sky, not going back.
I drowned pang, for me it was
Like paradise gave me a track.
A cycle going in the turns.
You full, you empty, full again.
No matter how your mind burns,
When you fell energy and pain.
Undying fame, all money, bliss,
We like to evince their mud.
On other side we want to kiss,
Those life, humanity to cut.
A coffin hate your expiration,
There's no profit when you alive.
In every, every generation
A person want in death to dive.
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