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Death has no favourites, it does not choose If you're addicted to drugs, *** or boose It does not matter if you're a saint or a sinner If on earth you were a loser, or a winner Whether you **** a million or one Whether you are a daughter, or a son Whether you fell into despair, or had fun Whether you walked through life, or chose to run It is done... No judgment, no afterlife Just a corpse on the ground, bringing sadness and freight Nobody can help it, nobody can stop it Whether you embrace it on earth, or escape it in a rocket Those who attempt to cheat death Whether they helped the poor, or committed theft They all come to the same realisation Living forever was only in their imagination Is it pre-decided, is it fate? People always ponder these things, when it is too late We see it everyday, take its course all around us from your family and friends, to the guy you saw once on the public bus It does not discriminate, it doesn't base off character Though there is a large difference, in those who greet it with tears or Those who do with laughter Whether you wanted to be a superhero, billionaire or a witch Or if you owned a Billy Mays endorsed 'Handy Switch' There is no reaper, no cloak no scythe Just a soul, who meets the end of their life Try as you might You can't keep your loved ones out of death's sight So instead of reminiscing on the past Realise that this soul is not the last Instead, enjoy your life while you have it Do what you love, don't fall into a sadness pit Plant the seeds of the garden of your legacy Instead of getting anxiety over the things you cannot forsee Do something meaningful other than reading poems on a website And make the best of life, before death takes out your light.
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
Death (Legacy)
Death has no favourites, it does not choose If you're addicted to drugs, *** or boose It does not matter if you're a saint or a sinner If on earth you were a loser, or a winner Whether you **** a million or one Whether you are a daughter, or a son Whether you fell into despair, or had fun Whether you walked through life, or chose to run It is done... No judgment, no afterlife Just a corpse on the ground, bringing sadness and freight Nobody can help it, nobody can stop it Whether you embrace it on earth, or escape it in a rocket Those who attempt to cheat death Whether they helped the poor, or committed theft They all come to the same realisation Living forever was only in their imagination Is it pre-decided, is it fate? People always ponder these things, when it is too late We see it everyday, take its course all around us from your family and friends, to the guy you saw once on the public bus It does not discriminate, it doesn't base off character Though there is a large difference, in those who greet it with tears or Those who do with laughter Whether you wanted to be a superhero, billionaire or a witch Or if you owned a Billy Mays endorsed 'Handy Switch' There is no reaper, no cloak no scythe Just a soul, who meets the end of their life Try as you might You can't keep your loved ones out of death's sight So instead of reminiscing on the past Realise that this soul is not the last Instead, enjoy your life while you have it Do what you love, don't fall into a sadness pit Plant the seeds of the garden of your legacy Instead of getting anxiety over the things you cannot forsee Do something meaningful other than reading poems on a website And make the best of life, before death takes out your light.
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
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