Death

Death the great unknown a door we all must enter sometimes with others and sometimes alone.                 The race begins the moment we arrive at the station as we climb aboard this vehicle called life to transport us to our final destination.                                                                                                                     When we arrive will we be greeted by friends and family saying we've been waiting for you come on in or a stranger with an evil grin.  Or perhaps when we arrive at deaths door we're just a feast for the insects and nothing more .who really knows what awaits us on the other side .So relax and just enjoy the ride.                                                            

 

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