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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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