People speak of balance
And seem to ignore decay
Born into the world so helpless
And in weakness we all stay

The flesh is frail and brittle
And easily ruined
A fickle host at best
For the hungers of the flesh
Some are in denial
Claiming to be above
But deep inside their souls burn
Both with hatred and with love

So as we continue to act out the mockery
That we call civilized life
Our animal side overanalyzed
But never cast aside

I cannot stand the pride some take
In thinking they stand so tall
It might be a blade, a germ, or a bullet
But something kills us all
And if you don’t believe in frailty
Time waits for you, believe
For one day the reaper comes for you
Because no one dodges death

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