The world is a bitter place to be
And a better place to die
A thought told his brothers on his last breath
And bitter is normal life than heretic death
The unborn thoughts are now outworn
And never became words in trepidation of being torn
By those who are termed as wise
And by those who are otherwise
They are too much in worry
Even as fetus their death is their worry
As they’d die in men and women’s fiery fights
As did their brother who died in dark verbal lights
And from his grave, they hear him say
Before being born, it is better to pass away
As the world is a bitter place to be
And a better place to die
And a better place to die
A thought told his brothers on his last breath
And bitter is normal life than heretic death
The unborn thoughts are now outworn
And never became words in trepidation of being torn
By those who are termed as wise
And by those who are otherwise
They are too much in worry
Even as fetus their death is their worry
As they’d die in men and women’s fiery fights
As did their brother who died in dark verbal lights
And from his grave, they hear him say
Before being born, it is better to pass away
As the world is a bitter place to be
And a better place to die
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