We live on the edge,
Playing games with life and living on the cusp of death ,
not knowing that we take things for granted ,
but when the day of judgement comes we wouldn't be prepared ,
but scared, scared of not knowing that if we die we'll either see the pits of fire or the golden light,
we live in a lie , we live in corruption , we live and we die , and the world is the destruction ,
we think we'll live forever young ,
we get manipulated by what we think life after death would be like ,
we ask questions like " where would we go? , who will miss me? "
Rest In Peace Is Nothing But A Mere Rest In Memory..

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