Death

Death is merely a thought.

It may be unpleasant,

It may be sweet.

It is up to th being.

 

Death may be the end,

Or the begnning.

We willnot know until,

Death.

 

What world shall we see?

What thngs shall occur?

We will not know until,

Death.

 

It is magical.

It is wondrous.

Will you be ready?

That question can not be answered,

Till...

Death.

 

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