Don't Fear The Reaper

life is lived upon each day
we take time out to pray
others may claim it ought not be this way
still deep inside there's a heart that beats for the truth
Pilate had muttered, "What is truth" ?
many base there reality on the temporal
taking no heed to what is in the spiritual
yet there are lines being drawn in the sand
hopefully someday you will understand
don't fear the reaper if you want instant control
the death's door locks way out of control
you base your faith on the external circumstance
never taking part in the dance
you roll your dice upon the squeeky wheel
you must insist on being no big deal
it's shoot to thrill in the back of your car
All good things, or moments in life have either happened or passed us by,
all chances and moments were here at one time, but they eventually go away,. Seasons change year in and year out, just like people change.
Seasons experience death, leaves die, trees die, plants die, animals die, but they feel no fear for the fate that every change in the season holds.
The same goes for the wind, sun, and rain. The Wind eventually stops blowing, the sun eventually stops shining, and the rain eventually stops falling.
Once your own personal season, or wind, sun, or rain changes, or ends, you will not always be alone.
You don’t need to be afraid, because the one person that has always been there for you in times of need will remain there for you in the very end.
You will be able to wait for that person to take your hand, and walk with you into whatever your life after death may bring.
Everybody will eventually pass on, and leave loved ones behind, only to be reunited again in a better place.
There is nothing to be afraid of, and when your partner joins you in the afterlife, you two can fly away, to whatever place you always dreamed of going.
Ultimately, in the end, the love of your life will always be there with you, in life, death, spirit, and soul.

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