Born To Die

Our legacy is only as relevant as the civilisation that acknowledges its existence.

How are we to prove that our feet once tread the earth, within remnants of decaying organic matter?

Ever since the dawn of life; When our hearts learned to beat, as did our eyelids flutter.

Ingrained in them was an inevitable truth.

We see through those lenses, as light of verity coursed within our veins.

We chose to ignore.




We were born to die.
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