MARKED

Marked for death,
Upon day of birth,
Our time is limited,
upon the earth.

 

Some fight to extend,
The time that they live,
But the fight is in vain,
For their lives they still give.

 

From first breath till last,
We slowly rot away,
Body slipping into failure,
Until our final day.

 

A win against this mark,
None shall ever see,
A cold and lifeless corpse,
Is all we'll ever be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I myself do not fear death... why be afraid of the inevitable

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