More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear contended with desire.
Agued once like me were they
I like them shall win my way
Lastly to the bed of mould
Where there's neither heat nor cold.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now, And fire and ice within me fight.
Beneath the suffocating night.
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Death
We lucky few , we band of homo sapiens sapiens. we know zero
Permian mass extinction.
The Permian mass extinction has been nicknamed The Great Dying, since a staggering 96% of species died out.
All life on Earth today is descended from the 4% of species that survived.
That. Is death.
Tequila is my lady..
