Several Ways of Looking at Death
Death comes both day and night,
but if at night it shall come like a dove without bringing a fright.
Death in the day is like a gruesome raven,
it comes swiftly and boldly to take you from your safe haven.
Do not fear Death, whatever you do, for death is not the end.
Death is often misunderstood, but I'll tell you now my friend.
It is not sleeping serenely forever without meaning, or only dreaming,
it is simply a detour, before waking where there is no more screaming.
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