The meaning of life
Is death
As naked bodies lie
Layers upon layers
In disenchanted breaths
The lewd leerings
Of passer-bys
Their soft, silky sighs
Bears no recognition
Of the embraced dead
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Life, full of lies, cloaked in eternal deception Work, full of drudge, covered with infinite frustration End, thus life, end, thus work One without the other
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