He was the king of death. He ruled over all that died.
Two kids followed him and observed as he did his deeds until they were discovered by him.
The kids were perplexed. They went to him and noted:
The king of death gave no answer. The parties parted without much conflict.
He then decided to wander and observe his creations.
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Maybe it’s part of growing up
That adolescence makes people colder
My friends used to be more compassionate
As they grew up and felt pain they put their guard up
Which isn’t bad in itself but hurts people in the process
I relate; I’m honestly going through the same thing too
I guess I just managed to keep my compassion for people.
My friend said that I’d be unforgettable
I hope it’s true
I must confuse people ignoring me
For people forgetting my existence
But the truth is
I haunt people,
For a long time,
From moment we meet, ’till they die
And that’s what’s so unforgettable,
I made a video of this nice song.