Irony of Death

Dying has no death; but it dies

yet so often. From a dot called

life, it devours the stretch of time.

It is a festering wound,

an entity of eternal

recurrence - feared and respected.

It does not stop. It will exist,

indefinitely, forever.

It breathes and enjoys to live more

and more; cursed entity - dying.

Pity! It simply knows no rest.

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