In the eyes of death there is no difference between me and you
And though you feel hatred
Our mortality bounds us, bounds us
My days are fragile
I am at a loss
with the knowledge of our impending end
The weapons we bear are the symbols off our collective demise
Devised by our kindred
as an emphasis yo our unknown doom
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