[NYCSPITZ]

Purpose of death

Some stare into the abyss, preaching that God-worship tarnishes worth
others contend that deeds lead to Earthly karmic rebirths
but existential truths aren't swayed when garnished with words
Pyramid tomb ether flow- King Tut harnessed it first
neural connection personalities burn slow and melt at your death
But to John there's one consciousness which experiences itself in the flesh
His declaration of independence reads "the vices of men"
a liquor bottle constitution, that his trusty liver rightly amends
his mind's congress sways from vicious thug to knightly in trends...
between lucid lunacy lamps and the mightiest ken.
Existential opiate trip, merge politely with zen
slowing down the dying force his lungs slightly expend
Dark angels descend and surround him, tightly in tens
until his father passes by and sees the plight of a friend
"That would have been the end, son" but John's spright in defense:
Death gods seem more exciting than the whitest events


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