The Boundless Questioning of Death
Are we born to live,
Or are we born to die?
So what's more to life
You can be rich as ever
Yet still afford to die
By every breath I feel approaching mine
What is the purpose, or the goal of this?
Is one judged by their holiness
But how to live a holy life?
When every night brings blackened skies
And even during'st the brightest day
When the sun is smiling away
There will still be a dark cloud, vision
Eventually approaching in the distance
Copyright © OP Threat aka God | Year Posted 2017
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