You've taken more lives than life gives, but even then you still live.

You come at planned and unplanned times, and no matter how much life lies, you promise everything will be just fine.

You've been here for so long, and in our final hour you hold strong. You touch our bodies and carry our souls on.

But do you know that when it's all over, when living stops telling us a lie, you too will die.

They tell us nothing is guaranteed but you, no matter how much we deny it you are the thing made true. But even you have to believe in you.

Because sooner or later you have to end as well, and in the events you commit suicide on oneself.

But you've already accepted it, regardless of how evil people make you seem, even you too was heaven sent. So nothing else matters, and everything become irrelevant.

And that's the reason no one has to ever again cry, because now they know now, even death dies.