
Listen to my enchanting song—
an ode to immortality.
Hear it in the falling leaves—
pirouetting towards their kin.
Can you catch whispers on breezes?
Ancients words unknown to you.
Murmurers of crashing waves—
darkened talk between undying evil.
Whether I say it is good or bad,
will you believe?
My blessing is a curse on some—
more than others.
Cutouts of dreams scatter across plains—
all the time to never fulfill them.
Toast to the death of delirium—
such beauty to be lost.
Bestrew across the grassland—
nevermore's darkened domain.
I believe in the immortal race—
though you cannot see us,
we are always here.
An aeon of watching others die—
grimly knowing I will never join them.
Yet they will get the last laugh—
as they lie on their death beds.
I am for my oppression—
for I fear what shall never come.
Though I get sick of day after day—
tethered to human suffering.
We are the immortals—
here before the stars were born.
Whatever you call us—
we are the undying nation.
Hiding in the world's recesses—
waiting for human end.
Though after an eternity of life—
the simple pleasures go away.
How I envy human love of life—
for they, unlike us, end.


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