Death
they say if theres no death there can be no life
they also say death can not be taken in it's strife
who said these things and how do they know
once it's over is there any where to go
death is one short step away from life
something that can be taken with flick of a knife
so simple yet can cause dreadful death
heart stops and so all if left is the last breathe
why is life always so mean?
why is death always keen?
is it really all some grand design
where only few people can really shine
fame is not all important really
when death come oh so nearly
doesn't think about the rich and fame
because everyone knows it will all end the same
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