Realm of De@Th

So incomplete, are we but a draft
Of the nature's ruthless craft?
Our life's like punching through
White water waves on a fragile raft.
And if you've been thrown out
No one grieves
There is no time for this
The struggle with the stream
Takes it all

A faulty draft of the thoughtless craft
A cruel joke
Bereft of hope self fed with dope
That's a joke

Existence in the realm of death
With no confidence 'till final breath
If something's waiting there for us
Our bodies our brittle as a glass

Existence in the realm of death
With no confidence 'till final breath
If something's waiting there for us
Our bodies our brittle as a glass
And no one knows if there's a soul
That will remain after we fall
And no one knows if there's a soul
That will remain after we FALL



Credits
Writer(s): Dmitry Shinkarchuk
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