If only immortality were an option, how differently i might behave.
Why must we live as if we should not die,
and deny our living pleasures to appease our guilty psychologies.
That i and thee must not be,
so not to kill each other slowly.
To indulge in death is beastly
(so) we live our lives not freely.
My life will end no matter my design
and with it erase the guilt and sins of time.
Forbearance i fear is futility of a kind,
whose scope and breadth mirrors our savage mind.
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