Death Is Kind
All of us are born under the sentence of death-
and there is no reprieve, for death is the judge
and jury- The Grim Reaper sits waiting for the aged
while sheepishly it comes for those who have not yet
tasted the petulant fruits of this world. There are those
who dread death, but these are individuals who have not
really lived. Death is just a caring mother who knows
the secret of the universe and must fulfill her role.
For who among us want to live beyond an enervated
age. She is the only one who does not discriminate
Lu Loo sponsor Jan 21 2019 10 words 0 lines
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