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You know And i know And they know That We know That We fear The unknown There are tales a many About that which happens after death Its more than to lose your breath To see your memories fade in front of you Till there aren’t left any Death isn’t to be feared Or to be cheered For even though you may lose those you love Its growth You rise above With death you become more As menial things, that of life Dont bother you anymore Fear of death is a great rife Hell isn’t to be considered real The afterlife should be but time and space For broken souls to heal Many a brothers have fallen in battle Defending their honor Looking past the title tatle, and chattel They didn’t fear death, For they knew life could be more tragic than macbeth All the greats fall And their glory fade In this brawl We call life None can last forever For with diamonds we are not made Death comes when death wants to Death takes that which it needs to For the Roses aren’t red And violets not blue With life we are playing peek-a-boo
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 1:00 AM UTC
Death
You know And i know And they know That We know That We fear The unknown There are tales a many About that which happens after death Its more than to lose your breath To see your memories fade in front of you Till there aren’t left any Death isn’t to be feared Or to be cheered For even though you may lose those you love Its growth You rise above With death you become more As menial things, that of life Dont bother you anymore Fear of death is a great rife Hell isn’t to be considered real The afterlife should be but time and space For broken souls to heal Many a brothers have fallen in battle Defending their honor Looking past the title tatle, and chattel They didn’t fear death, For they knew life could be more tragic than macbeth All the greats fall And their glory fade In this brawl We call life None can last forever For with diamonds we are not made Death comes when death wants to Death takes that which it needs to For the Roses aren’t red And violets not blue With life we are playing peek-a-boo
My Take on Death
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 1:00 AM UTC
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