Life
is like a delicate petal
a fickle thorn
It will coddle you
succumb you to despair
like that reaper
Life is frivolous
full of
disheartened spirits
humans that hold death higher
It is mundane
Lowly
for such wretched mortals
like us to think such things
But we welcome Hades
Yearn for that taste
of mortality
even if Zeus turns to us weeping
Éloa 
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