The Ode of Death
What is death?
It’s where you take your last breath,
and disappear forever.
Never to be seen again ever.
What is the afterlife?
It’s beyond the nightlife,
beyond the stars.
Buried in boxcars.
Death is the one thing no one looks forward to,
but everyone faces it in their life.
Everyone becomes blue,
and full of strife.
But we should look at death as a gift,
sent from above and handed to us by angels.
We have inside us a rift,
Full of painful aerials.
All we have in this world is hate and despair,
Things we have to bear.
But in death there is happiness,
free and ageless.
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