The flow of time shall ebb and flow
As it pains us to see those we love let go

The elixer of life lean us to procure a true name
Only to find that in its absence we feel lifes refrain

To contemplate the idea of a true living source
Would only leave ourselves in a state of remorse.

Because of this stream of fate and extent
Many die every day never thinking to repent

We ravenously consume all we survey
Without thinking of others who lack the ability say

When the time comes that all hase run out
A single life will mean nothing to the hell bent doubt

The obscene wake of those cast aside
Will be the most prominent sign of how the life stream has cried.