Morituri Te Salutant
(Those Who Are About To Die Salute You)
When death comes it shall resolve everything,
It will rid all the problems and concern;
Finally, my dear grave will be waiting,
Resting without fuss never to return,
As the soul waits to rejoice or to burn.
Death is the final boundary of Life,
It is the last ticket to quietude;
Hoping to have a wholesome afterlife.
With demise, everything shall conclude,
Possibly before no pains shall preclude.
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