Destiny tell us about this recurring story that must unfold.
Every living being is fated to experience it, so behold!
Any day now, we'll feel a sudden touch so cold and bold:
The invisible hands will take no silver and no gold.
Her timeless deal means only our soul can be sold:

"Fate who hath me so bitterly near,
Thou stareth me till my uttermost fear,
Won't thou spareth me over another year?"

(We must never forget our ultimate, shared destiny. Vita Mori oportet. Memento Mori.)

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