Six feet beneath the creek bed; my soul does find
The solaces that this world left behind

Death, decay, and a shallow empty grave
Are all this world have to offer in the end
A coffin filled with bones
All your flesh decomposed
Erased forever by time

From dust to dust
We shall all return
Only barren corpses; left to rot in the dirt
Vanity
All is vanity
From the beginning to the end of the earth
Nothing is ours to claim, but death whom none escape
Keeper of void calls us home

Nothing
You will keep nothing
When we die; our graves are all the same
No obtained wisdom
No obtained riches
None of these fill the hole within ourselves
Our dreams and pursuits are naught but in vain
There is no purpose to the desires of our hearts
But to die and to dust return as were once before

At the end of your days
When you lay on your deathbed
Realize how miserable your life was
Because of the pursuit of vanity

You spent your whole life chasing after greed, pride, lust, and fortune
Now that you’re dying all of these will rot and decay with you
How does it feel knowing your search for worth was in vain?
How does it feel now that your heart is filled with regret?

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