Roll not tears on my death
There should be a reservoir to roll
What is the loss to anyone in the damage
There should be a broken heart to know and understand the value of toll
Short is the life, not it is my destination
Setting out from here I ought to have risen
The distance land where there is no pain
For I am laden with heavy burden in the world where there's existence proclaimed
I have to be an apple of eyes on the lap where eternally I rest
For why proud I feel the image of dust
The dust I was made out of and return to the dust
Through trial, tribulation, temptation, and test
Don't know what I hoping here
In this illusionary and confusing world
Nothing I wanna take from here
For I cometh naked and goeth naked
Emptiness could only fill with preciousness there
Life passed by in illusion of thine and mine
Neither mine nor thine has given the pleasure
Needless here to have a stage to perform
For I am preparing to leave this enclosure
Useless it has become, my effort gone in vain
For I am unable to manage eternal foods
That never let me go hungry again
But for what I struggle day in day out
That left me here confused and completely worn out
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