Inescapable Truth

  There is a single secret that hides in plain sight

  A mystery that flies above our heads just like a kite

  Ever following and always lingering in the shade

  Of all we are, ever since we've been made

  Run down the stairs, only to find it's claws on you glued

  Cross a busy street, yet you'll discover that you still fall

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  Prey to the machinations that within have been sewed

  Covered by a thin layer of flesh, posing to be small

  For we are dust, yet mighty Kings and Queens

  We are Gods and Titans masquerading as Fiends

  Yet the lies that to ourselves we constantly tell

  Cannot conceal that which in Truth will always dwell

  That we are Death masterfully disguised as life itself

  Dancing in the never dimming ballroom of pretense

  We wear the mask of the living like a prankish shell

  Like the arm of an artful bowman, life's tether is ever tense

  About to snap, about to bend

  Even if all we do is pretend

  For from within resides

  The deadly nature that to our heart hides

  So we plunder and maim and kill

  Hoping to somehow our minds and hearts fill

  Yet it is nothing but an inescapable sin

  That Death should always call out for its kin