Death
Death is probably what millions of people fear.
A person would plead for their life.
But I don’t understand why.
In fact,
Everybody is dying right now.
You, me, and the rest of the world.
Every second that goes by,
Is a second closer to death.
Also who wants to stay on Earth.
This is a fucked up world.
People will always try to manipulate you.
People will always try to kick you when you’re down.
Death is our golden ticket out of this chaos.
Also, when you die, no one will care.
People will cry for you you the first couple weeks after you died,
Then they will forget about you,
They will go back to living their normal lives.
I don’t fear death, but if I can,
I would prevent it in order to live a longer life.
Death shouldn’t be feared.
We should never have to plead,
To continue to live in a world of corruption.
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