Prayer of the False God

All are doomed to burn.
Love feed the flames.
Days of endless pains.
And smoke takes each in turn.

All are doomed to rust.
Time destroys our lives.
Night cut like knives.
And the wind carries away the dust.

All are doomed to love.
All are doomed to die.
Tonight bring the black tomb.
For even the most high.
Even those in this room.
Cannot pretend to fly.
And I know.
Even you.
Even I.
Must die.

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