Death Comes To All
Go to it
Run from it
Death comes to all…
Fear it
Or stand as if
It doesn’t exist
Death comes to all…
Talk to yourself about it
Or deny its existence
Death comes to all…
Love and let yourself be loved
Hate and fine yourself being hated
Death comes to all…
I found her
And she found me
Yet she wants to end it all
But
Death comes to all…
The world is ours to plough
Not to plunder
But we all are fruits
Because
Death comes to all…
Do good
Be bad
Death comes to all…
In the end
Life worths a lot
Because
Death comes to all…
Note
I am not afraid
Of what I can see
Nor what is before me
But what I never feel
Or that which I never know of
Because
Death comes to all…
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