Matriculating in the past,
Continually failing present.
We are slowly turning into dust,
Intrigued by only what is pleasant.
What future holds in store for us
Is definite and set.
There is no use for human mass -
Be, afterwards, upset.
Our souls are getting compromised -
We God no longer trust.
Thus, hearts are letting Death come in,
Death turns them into dust.
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