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Death=No Fear


Death is not something to fear It is to be learned about To be pondered over To be wondered on its purpose Fear can control your life So why let it? You can fear something a little But hope to get better and it overpowers Blood red, blood black, Run back, back, back to before it began NO You can’t go back no matter what This is your life now Rebound And take a little hope, a little fear, And pour it into here Your heart Pour it there In your stairs to the soul you possess Pour it everywhere In your mind Drive out the fear And live in misery no more Death may be scary But we will all be dreary And weary once we die It could be from anything Fear is for fools While hope is for the millions of schools of wise people What you should know is that thing you fear Is just misunderstood You fear it because you don’t know about it So I say stare death in the face Look it in the eyes Its eyes of red and gold Eyes as red as blood Eyes as gold as fool’s gold meant to deceive And scream GO AWAY I FEAR NO MORE NO ONE NO THING NO LAND OR BEING GO and LEAVE ME IN PEACE I don’t fear death I embrace it Death can grab me with its black hand And I still will not fear it I could die from cancer; gunshot wounds, from being stabbed Yet death still cannot jab through my protective shield A shield of gold and white A shield of hope and light DO NOT FEAR ANYTHING
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<p>My own photo I took at my great grandfathers funeral. They were flowers I got that were with his ash box.</p>

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