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The Plutonian Shore
One day we all go to the Plutonian Shore,
Rich men and poor men no matter what they adore,
Young fresh out the womb or old reminiscing days of yore,
Peaceful demise or a demise of gore,
All mortal beings no matter the tallest heights or the deepest trenches we all will hit the floor,
Where the light goes out and eternal darkness in a void of nothing all will enter that back door,
Life creates her beings brings them into this world when the clock strikes death welcomes souls into his hall everyday in galore,
When our time runs up we walk into deaths skeletal hands like the albacore,
When you die that is it life is nevermore,
Death is a natural cycle of life it has been painted in a malicious image due to the troubadour,
When it is time to die you cannot implore,
The Plutonian shore is the equalizer of all that is the fundamental idea to the core.
Rich men and poor men no matter what they adore,
Young fresh out the womb or old reminiscing days of yore,
Peaceful demise or a demise of gore,
All mortal beings no matter the tallest heights or the deepest trenches we all will hit the floor,
Where the light goes out and eternal darkness in a void of nothing all will enter that back door,
Life creates her beings brings them into this world when the clock strikes death welcomes souls into his hall everyday in galore,
When our time runs up we walk into deaths skeletal hands like the albacore,
When you die that is it life is nevermore,
Death is a natural cycle of life it has been painted in a malicious image due to the troubadour,
When it is time to die you cannot implore,
The Plutonian shore is the equalizer of all that is the fundamental idea to the core.
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