© Jaimey Perham 07/20/2011
Just as the years fold over with age
The days don’t get easier at each stage
Rather God and the devil fight for each page
And you are pulled out of your cage
You want to scream, you want to run
But they leave you to burn under the sun
You thought the game might have been fun
But in reality you feel society’s shun
When they find you naked and torn
You sometimes wish you were never born
The hangover bites from the demons horn
You’re family and friends are left to morn
Birth was painful, but death not nice
Memories from your life between, the roll of the dice
Your body might be dead, cold and on ice
Your footprint in the Universe, just a minute slice
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