DEATH UNITS (pm imp 10)
The world spins 'round, goes on, birthing, death units. You are one! Birthed to death without your knowledge: it was already done, poof... you are a daughter or a son, you are everyone. All the same, all diff-er-ent, life doesn't tell you what is meant. Death the one clue: whatcha gonna do? It's all... Sign in to see full entry.