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What joy is there in this body?
Seeing these discarded bones
Scattered here and there
Where they are pushed by the wind
When first they're tossed upon the ground
Then that same moment of your life
Humans first emptied into the womb
The journey of their life to death begins
Once gone there is no turning back
Imperium!
Imperium!
Imperium!
At daybreak many people are seen
That evening one is gone from sight
Next morning one another has gone from sight
Nights are long when one can't sleep
The road is long for those exhausted
Imperium!
Imperium!
Beckons
Imperium
Imperium
To everything there is a season
And a time to every purpose and to the heavens
Oh imperium!
Oh imperium!
A time to be born
A time to die
A time to sleep
A time of silence