Death


Death is a place not so happy at all.
It's a life that you can't live at all.
No matter what you do,
Or how much you cry,
You can't bring them back,
Only ask, "Why?"
It doesn't matter who are,
Whether a normal person or a star,
It comes to us all no matter how perfect we think we are.
And when it strikes like that snake it is,
It leaves us rearing,
And crying without sense.
So be careful,
Ye, who don't hail,
These are words from a person who can't heal.
Listen to the warning and heed my word.
Death is a place not so happy at all.

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