Even death must have had a birth
A parentage somewhere a beginning
A struggling youth before it reached
Its majority among us
Ripening into its convictions
Adapting its different religions
Finally begging to be rescued
From its sad misunderstandings
There must have been a time before
The body hardened offering death
A new sense of purpose
A rite of passage just as there
Must be a time when even it
Will have faded into history
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