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[apiphile]

and taxes, too

my body is a prophecy written in flesh
but the only thing it predicts is my inevitable death;
get a bunch of masonry on your bones
stamp them with the mortuary markers to guide them safely home
odysseus in the land of the living, however long you roam
our bodies drift to the earth and take their rest

we are born to die
that's what living means.