We have choices to determine
As children with lives ephemeral
Or older than our time bearing burdens
salvum me fac
Ego non potestis salvi fieri
Do we live in our flesh desiring to be immortal
Or do we wear a cloak of meat knowing it won't last
Aware of our sins, living out our days remorseful
Or feeling no guilt for anything, unworried if outcast
salvum me fac
Ego non potestis salvi fieri
This world offers no guidance, no signs, only questions
We are living in absurdity, our fate sealed with no answers
Do we rise and accept our fate, or is our fate regression
Do we wallow in misery, asking what has happened only after
salvum me fac
Ego non potestis salvi fieri
Who are we
Why are we here
What is our purpose
When will it be clear?
Because, after all, even the Angel of Death has a purpose.
