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Death
At times death is the optimum cure to all diseases for all humanity. When living in the valley of death’s shadow, life becomes even cherished although it is mere existence.
We all troubling with all the struggles of the world. We all labor against our cure for death, despite that death itself, is the cure of all diseases. We’re all children of death, hence we neither can’t escape nor hidden from her. She(death)comes on her own will but in honor. It either inaction or peace, but there’s no choice.
She must come, and every soul shall taste her bitter soup... This is our creator’s command and no one shall escape her. Her stroke is as lover’s pinch which hurts and desires.
She permits no one to accomplish anything in this world; in her commingling of eternity with time, for a good man in her. Eternity is seen looking through time.
Life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living, in the sense that our last day does not bring extinction to us, but the change of place. She ceases: - growing old when young are attaining older;
- being sick
- dying
- denying dissolution when there’s...
- denying the non- living being. However, the path of immortality is hard, and only a few find it. Likewise, the rest awaiting the great day when the wheels of the universe shall be stopped and immortal sparks shall escape from the sheaths of substance. Meanwhile, woe unto those who wait, for they must return but u unconsciously and unknowingly to seed-ground of stars and await a new beginning. Also, man has the possibility of existence after death, but that opportunity is one quite different and the realization of that possibility is under maybe. Death is pale, with impartial step...knocks at huts door of both poor and rich, and hangs the tower for both kings and slaves. Forget she (death) doesn’t care whoever it is. Finally, the death we say she acquits us of all obligations, properties are unstable and our youth perishes in a moment. Life is held in the grinning fangs of death, yet we delay to obtain release from this world. Alas, the conduct of mankind is surprising. In conclusion, if you don’t know how to die, don’t worry....be happy. Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. Hence, he or she whom the gods love dies young while being healthy..just has his/her sense and judgment sound...
© sheffypoems-writings
We all troubling with all the struggles of the world. We all labor against our cure for death, despite that death itself, is the cure of all diseases. We’re all children of death, hence we neither can’t escape nor hidden from her. She(death)comes on her own will but in honor. It either inaction or peace, but there’s no choice.
She must come, and every soul shall taste her bitter soup... This is our creator’s command and no one shall escape her. Her stroke is as lover’s pinch which hurts and desires.
She permits no one to accomplish anything in this world; in her commingling of eternity with time, for a good man in her. Eternity is seen looking through time.
Life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living, in the sense that our last day does not bring extinction to us, but the change of place. She ceases: - growing old when young are attaining older;
- being sick
- dying
- denying dissolution when there’s...
- denying the non- living being. However, the path of immortality is hard, and only a few find it. Likewise, the rest awaiting the great day when the wheels of the universe shall be stopped and immortal sparks shall escape from the sheaths of substance. Meanwhile, woe unto those who wait, for they must return but u unconsciously and unknowingly to seed-ground of stars and await a new beginning. Also, man has the possibility of existence after death, but that opportunity is one quite different and the realization of that possibility is under maybe. Death is pale, with impartial step...knocks at huts door of both poor and rich, and hangs the tower for both kings and slaves. Forget she (death) doesn’t care whoever it is. Finally, the death we say she acquits us of all obligations, properties are unstable and our youth perishes in a moment. Life is held in the grinning fangs of death, yet we delay to obtain release from this world. Alas, the conduct of mankind is surprising. In conclusion, if you don’t know how to die, don’t worry....be happy. Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. Hence, he or she whom the gods love dies young while being healthy..just has his/her sense and judgment sound...
© sheffypoems-writings
