Tuesday, February 8, 2022

Wages of F8

There is nothing written, nothing is promised
But we'd like to wish and believe in destiny
Whatever happens, we'll finally be kissed
By the Angel of Death Azrael, in ecstasy
There's no destiny, only fate just like death
We are bound to earth, by our fragile flesh
As we all die, we all must survive, endure
And our journey begins with a single breath

"Everyone wants to be foremost in this future-and yet death and
the stillness of death are the only things certain and common to
all in this future!"                                                    Friedrich Nietzsche