Man’s life is like autumn,

the passing of leaves,

And yet all our lives, immortality we seek

Wars rage…

Cities burn…

Our humanity soured..

For glory, for fame, the conquest of power

Ironically quickening,

until mortality spent

Better to be the dredge of the living,

than Lord of the Dead

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