DEATH
we sit back and wonder why the people we love leave,
or why we never see their faces again,
people that had such of a big impact on our life,
and they just leave without saying goodbye,
wondering why they left and never came back,
wondering why we dont see their faces anymore,
we sit back in cry knowing we'll never see them again,
unless we die and make it to paradise,
we live the life of sinners,
who knows where we'll make it to,
we can dream of being in heaven,
or paradise,
but our daily decisions make that choice for us,
but DEATH is the scary part
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