21 Grams is the messenger of death,
shuffling through the deck of life.
Calling out our inevitable end,
there is no escape this time.
Do you hear it singing through your veins?
They are wringing every last droplet of life roll.
Twenty-one grams is what we go by,
weighing limbs, hearts, and souls.
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