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Life is rioting against death,

It lays us down in the end

With hard callous hands to our beds,

Up until then every breath 

Is a brick through death's window,

Another car flipped for fun,

We came here to mock him,

Our parents created life in rebellion

For our ultimate purpose,

To achieve and show him that

Maybe long after were gone

The memory of us will live,

Death wants the last laugh

Our last gasp,

He will throw obstacles to slow us,

Substances to stunt us,

Habits to confuse us,

And believe you, me 

Some will be swayed 

Others, will swoon,

But for a select few

We will walk up gently 

to his decaying throne

And sit beside him

for a chat,

We will comfort him and

Hold his dark hands,

And say life's not about you