You can say it this way:
When we exist, death isn’t
Present, and when death
Is present, we don’t exist.
That’s why I wish we all died,
And I do mean all of us,
Tiny whales and mighty flies,
Least to greatest of lives,
Once and all at once.
None of us would ever know
Death stalked among us,
All of us always alive
Until none of us.
It’s just the thought that stalks us.
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