Charm of Death

Nothing can substitute death for it is the final destination and ere you last breath crystal clear all your abberation. Rest forever or birth to numb dizziness at you part, you leave all harms and assaults people most theist, called quick as bless is perfused, to save them from life's thunderbolts Long life of people swing as tombs where none pay heed to temple and churches who will pay heed to these pale living glooms these clowns in whose core only money perches. Flirt and dirt only thing hatching in heart and society dwindles with values and morals each thing lost as perfect human you never wert lacking basic emphaty but adorned with quarrels. AKASH SANGWAN