Prozak
the shadow of mortality interlude
Sélectionnez la langue pour traduire cette parole
Time is the avenger of ourselves and most of all
things.
Even from the point of conception...
Death starts, where life begins.
We exist in the shadows of our very own mortality.
Spiritually growing, yet physically fading... as the seconds pass in reality.
A lifetime of emotions and experiences are acquired...
gathered seemingly for nothing, to waste away, and expire.
Perhaps the greatest purpose is to only have lived...
just long enough to contribute... then pass it on, to the kids.