Sonnet 5

If fear itself is fear, fear not the dead
With birthdays and departures on their stone
We hold the fear of death inside our head
Until the day our coffin keeps the bone

Perjure thy fear of life under the mound
For fear fondles a lie with every breath
It will not be thyself inside the ground
Only the copy of thou fear of death

The price to pay for living is to die
Emerging from the shackles of the flesh
Why not enjoy a slice of life with pie
Before thy life and unknown journey mesh

Nature of life and death change on the lever
And life is death, as death is life forever

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