Essence of life, defined by our date of death. Remembered by beings that wish your return to this place of gloom and pretense.

Mourn one's departure as if death is not an order of life. Born, live, die we follow life's order like slaughter to a lamb. Shedded guts and fears, we one in the same.

The rhetoric question of what happens when death becomes before living. Rebel to the system, if only the system cared.