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DEATH

The god of deep sleep

By Samantha Wilcox Published 2 years ago 1 min read

It’s impossible to think of life without DEATH,

Everyone knows that their life is rent

So we all try to live to the fullest,

Forgetting that eventually all vanity is useless

When we die, we will leave them all behind

And be judged by the good deeds we supplied,

Some of us face death far earlier than others,

Leaving behind all worries and bothers

But Woe to him who takes his own life!

Cause his life is not his but the Lord of all might.

So he will be driven to the eternal darkness,

Where his soul will be ripe for the Devils harness.

But for me, I think of death as a friend

Who helps you cross over to the beginning of the end,

He takes you to the ONE who made you.

Death is just the god of deep sleep and an aid to you,

So be happy when he comes.

Cause he takes you to meet the THREE IN ONE.

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