The selfish life breathes heavy
Heaving chest, bloated vest
A warm body of man takes what it can and leaves
Doesn't matter what it believes
The bones break the same
Blood stains
Feelings translate into all languages... and anguishes
Selfless are none the more
Fools of a kinder temperament who ignore an existence all the same
A game
Tic Tac Toe in the sky
Trying to leave a mark to be remembered by
All the while wind blows, oceans roar and death leaves room for more
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