We all are fallible mortals … prisoners of cruel mortality. Oblivious of its deceitful reality. Nothing against death’s scythe can make defense…. nothing can change its bitter self.
Itâ€™s like living in a tight suffocating prison waiting at the gate of death. Doesn’t really matter if we stay in dark or live in light…we cannot escape our destiny…we cannot remove our souls from the mortal shelf!