Maybe being immortal is a curse,
life is supposed to be short.
To see this world as a shortfall verse,
To give and take with a cruel snort.
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Maybe being immortal is a curse.,
To watch loved one die.
Till no one else but you remain.
Not a person to talk to ,nor to spry
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Maybe being immortal is a curse,
With weak bones and dimming sight.
Fragile & brittle with an empty purse,
Cracking bones and sick delight.
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Maybe being immortal is a curse,
& maybe the great ones figured it out
& maybe they left a trail to us
To follow it without a doubt.
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They found a way to immortality.
& they still live on , while being dead.
Just a matter of figuring it out.
To lie beside them,
To be immortal then.
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