Death

The aftermath of one’s journey,

The cursed end of man,

The dreaded finale,

The dead end of all mankind,

The best, except what can never be helped.

The delayed end, for the world as it is,

The worst hope and plots and plays,

To evade this end of all,

All trials, all in vain,

For the soul draws nearer to death.

Death has no favor nor corruption in its soul,

The wise and the foolish, the rich and the poor,

The innocent and the nocent,

The humble and the proud,

Are all victims of death.

No escape, no sale, no choice,

This is death!

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