Death
Death
It is cruel and uncaring
yet quit and peaceful
It is inevitable
yet we all run from it
It is an ugly thing
yet beautiful
For it does not discriminate
it takes all equally
It is an intelligent being
yet so dumb
for it takes those that aren't ready
And also those who are more than ready to go
It is sweet
yet undeniably rude
it takes the sick from their pain
yet makes those we leave behind suffer
It loves all
yet hates all who defy him
It takes them in with his welcoming arms
Yet rips them away from their family and friends with his claws
It is Death
it is kind yet cruel
it loves all yet also hates them
is is sweet and rude
It is something we all must face
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