Death

I know that you're worried
and there's idea's in your head
But the fact of the matter
We won't know it till we're dead

But, if it's true you're still alive
There is one thing that's for sure
you won't have to suffer with us
here on earth any more

'Cuz
There's a little black box
That they stick in the grown
And they cover it with dirt
And plant flowers all around

Then we just sit around 
spending years feeling blue
and also calculating
when we'll be, joining you

So for now, don't worry
And Just let it be
Cuz
I'm here for you
And you are hear from me

deathrhyme

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