Even Beria was shot by a gun,
Eternal in this world there is none.
I look at you now, women and men,
Your eyes bright and living again,
Sure, you feel great right now, but then—
Every last one of you will die in the end
A gentle butterfly dies in three days,
Every flower eventually decays,
Every true love will crack and fray,
Even the thickest tights wear away.
In the end, every hearth turns to stone,
A fairy-tale pixie becomes a skeleton,
I drank too much coffee now my heart rate is high asf and i still havent finished my homeworke and im half way in worst part is i feel tired and sleepy even tho i drank enough cofffeee to make my heart stop🥹