And I am a descendant I have no alternate,
I will have to repay, it’s a write of my fate,
Written by those now sleeping in the graves,
With the helpless souls in a black hole’s caves,
I don’t know they know or do not know,
Could they see climax of the passing show!
A play incomplete having no definite end,
The anticlimax we can change and amend,
They wrote a painful and touching tragedy,
Come on, let us make it a smiling comedy.

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