The colour of life

How can you be
so boastful
of your achievements
Painting your treasuries,
a kaleidescope
When you know, that
What you are flirting about
in your blind efforts, are
But a feet of clay
dancing about the dungeon
Measuring a qwerty
Six feet long

What availeth, here
is, but a nought
Neither can you
Hook your shadow
Nor can beat a mountain
with your breath
Instead, will be wrapped dead
Clotting blood
running in your veins
Livor mortis,
The colour of life

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