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Feb 2018
Everything in this world is either dead or dying,
Don't scorn me for realism, not ahead of time,
No , right now, everything I touch is decaying,
Or if not currently, inevitably will be one day and,
On the timeline of eternity, that's sooner than later,
We're all served an abrupt ending,
We're spoonfed and catered for,  
More akin to forcing it down our throats or,  
Being drowned in it by temporal limitation, more,
Of us need to come to the realization, that separating life From death is a violation of,
Logical reasoning,
Don't  succumb to the temptation of,
Turning to euphemistic lies for consolation,
Even celestial bodies: clusters and constellations,
Burn out and cease to be,
What does it mean to be indefinite?
Everything in this world is either dead or dying,

The laws of eventuality dictate all things that are bound to, Reality by chains of existence,
That's just how it is, no need to mention the crippling futility Of denial and resistance,
It's quite fitting that the day you were pushed out of your Mother's womb,
You were crying,
Because, not in terms of coffins and tombs,
But in a way it was the first day you really started dying,
Drying up like a flower pulled up from a field and planted in Desert,
All things have to come to an end,
We don't hold power change that so I yield and treasure the, Things that I have when I happen to have them,
I'm not burdened with the fear loss,
No extra baggage,
Not deadweight,
But it's our cross to bear,
Our yolk to wear,
Learn not to hold all eggs in the same basket,
As they all shall shatter,
Everything in this world is either dead or dying,

I've always been constructing a casket,
That's the cold, hard truth,
I've been struggling to grasp it,  
The very concept of life, I need to get past it,
Unmask it, remove the facade and expose it for what it really Is,
Not one moment, but an ever present demon, looming over The billions,
Conclusions are compulsory,
That's what I've been drilling into,
My head, there gaps and lapses in my thoughts,
But I've been filling in, what I can,
What I'm unable to, I just leave the spaces empty,
Speaking of vacancies,
Your skull must be one not to comprehend me,
you can resent me, if you want but I only speak truth,
Call my thinking ruthless,
But ignorance is useless,
If it fails to shield you from the outcome that is birthed from knowledge,
Everything in this world is either dead or dying,
Dead or dying
Written by
Othneil Gayle  15/M
(15/M)   
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