Aaron Tate - Why We Die

There it is the idea in my eye,
The actual reason of why we die,
It’s not to fill the heavens,
Nor is it to make us loose hope,
This reason is stale,
This reason is plan,
It’s not complicated nor is it extreme,
The reason for death is just obscene,

We know the cure for life is actually death,
And that’s why everything we do is just a test,
Of will and of grace,
Of ability and wisdom,
We shall go no farther than what we wish not to,
The reason we die,
I’m not going to lie,
Is nothing more the end of will?

Aaron Tate

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