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