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Death...
Death, the end of all things,
The final curtain call that rings,
A shadow that creeps and crawls,
And swallows up life in its maw.
We all must face this fate,
When our time has come to abate,
And bid farewell to those we love,
As we pass into the realm above.
But Death is not an end in itself,
Nor is it just a book on a shelf,
It's a part of the cycle of life,
And a reminder of our finite strife.
For in death we leave a legacy,
A memory of who we used to be,
And the lessons we taught and learned,
That continue to live and be earned.
So let us not fear the reaper's call,
Or the darkness that awaits us all,
But instead embrace the time we have,
And make the most of every laugh.
© mahrylove
The final curtain call that rings,
A shadow that creeps and crawls,
And swallows up life in its maw.
We all must face this fate,
When our time has come to abate,
And bid farewell to those we love,
As we pass into the realm above.
But Death is not an end in itself,
Nor is it just a book on a shelf,
It's a part of the cycle of life,
And a reminder of our finite strife.
For in death we leave a legacy,
A memory of who we used to be,
And the lessons we taught and learned,
That continue to live and be earned.
So let us not fear the reaper's call,
Or the darkness that awaits us all,
But instead embrace the time we have,
And make the most of every laugh.
© mahrylove
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