Just like a like rolling stone,
A runaway engine does not stop.
Its not alive,
It does not have fear,
Nor time to look back,
Or remorse.
It won’t stop until its dead.
As heaven demands death,
This life demands hard work
Until death,
You chase it, until you get it
Or die in the process getting to it.
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Author:
Cesuke (Pseudonym) (
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