You tried to mess with death
And now there's almost nothing left
What's the point when we're all destined for the fall
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Ecloga
PoetryEcloga; a passage or poem in Latin. - These are all (quite short) original poems/song ideas/passages, and are therefore copyrighted.
The Fall
You tried to mess with death
And now there's almost nothing left
What's the point when we're all destined for the fall
