Death isn\'t our ends.

Creatures of day & night, veins of dawn and dusk may divid us. Day of unity draws near.
Small and big, cheerful and bitter, come gather...
When all come without blood, When we lay for the last time, The tears won't run no more. For our ends beginning starts here.
Black and white,
Tall and short,
Scales and fur,
Fins and claws,
Silent and loud, come gather. Forever you and I live. Forever we run, swim or fly. Our husks will remain, to wither and rot. But forever our souls

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Death may be our ends in the living. But it is what sets us free from our suffering and differences.