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here's my take on death in 3 poems
Life is a gift that must be given back
And joy should arise from it's possesion
It's too damned short and that's a fact
hard to accept this earthly procession
To final darkness is a journey done
Circle completed-work of art sublime
A sweet melodic rhyme.. a battle won
--Book Of Counted Sorrows
Death is no fearsome mystery
He is well known to thee and me
He hath no secrets he can keep
To trouble any good mans sleep
Turn not they face from death away
Care not he takes our breath away
Fear him not he's not thy master
Rushing at the faster, faster
Not they master but servant to the maker of thee,
What or who created death created thee and is the only mystery
--Book Of Counted Sorrows
Death is only a reward
To which we have to look toward
The end of a troublesome life
The end of all the strife,
And when that final day comes
And death grips it's hand around my neck
Squeezing, Squeezing harder still,
All the pain inside I feel
Will all simply disappear
I have nothing left to fear
For I have received life's greatest reward!
--ME
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