how can there be pleasure? how can there be joy? when the whole world is burning what joy is there in this body seeing these discarded bones scattered here and there where they were tossed upon the ground through the same moment of the night humans first emptied in the womb the journey of their life to death begins once gone there is no turning back at daybreak many people are seen at evening one is gone from sight at evening many people can be seen next morning one is gone from sight nights are long when one can't sleep the road seems long for those exhausted life's obliterated so soon some die when they are in the womb some on the ground where they were born some die just as they learn to crawl and some just as they learn to walk some die old and some die young some in the very prime of life all people pass away in term just like the fall of ripened fruit as all ripe fruit always falls and rots so all who are born by their deaths destroyed collection in the end dispersed whatever rises must also fall all meetings end in seperation the final end of life is death sorrow arises from all beauty from all beauty arises fear when all beauty is given up neither sorrow nor fear exist and the law is Imperium imperium imperium imperium imperium
how can there be pleasure? how can there be joy? when the whole world is burning what joy is there in this body seeing these discarded bones scattered here and there where they were tossed upon the ground through the same moment of the night humans first emptied in the womb the journey of their life to death begins once gone there is no turning back at daybreak many people are seen at evening one is gone from sight at evening many people can be seen next morning one is gone from sight nights are long when one can't sleep the road seems long for those exhausted life's obliterated so soon some die when they are in the womb some on the ground where they were born some die just as they learn to crawl and some just as they learn to walk some die old and some die young some in the very prime of life all people pass away in term just like the fall of ripened fruit as all ripe fruit always falls and rots so all who are born by their deaths destroyed collection in the end dispersed whatever rises must also fall all meetings end in seperation the final end of life is death sorrow arises from all beauty from all beauty arises fear when all beauty is given up neither sorrow nor fear exist and the law is Imperium imperium imperium imperium imperium
