I hate the date of birth
Another reminder I’m going to die
Today I found maggots in my spices
Delicious delicious spices
But how delicious am I
Even more so!
It is the reality of this life
To book a grave!
However we wonder why
Why do we wonder?
It is so
It cannot be stopped
Death can be hated
But it loves us
There, life’s purpose
It is to die