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Death

Some say that death is only the beginning


i believe that death is just the birth of a life that we only dream of


everyone says that death is lurking around every corner


i believe that death stands right there behind us all waiting to claim her trophy


they say that death is but a man


i believe that death is actually a woman in disguise


all people say that death takes whoever he wants


i believe that death picks her victims based on who looks more promising enough to please her
 
Zackory Kzeminski

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  90.     

Death's Real Time

Undoubtedly a few people are ready To die or some people know that death is Coming at a certain time which Which we ignore its real time... Mentioning it scares people even Those who strong or even heroes... It is greatly real that it is scary Even we know that is inevitable... Are we ready to meet with it Anytime, anywhere, and even everywhere... Like life is right, Death is itself a must Simply we can not avoid it Even if we try... Many people pass away everyday Simply because death never stops... Sudden deaths are accelerating rapidly and No one cares if this is his day or her day Will be sooner or later... Life is pretty, but Is really inevitable anytime... We do our best to live gladly, but We should be ready to accept our death anytime... We get busy with what we do everyday and We forget all about what will happen to us anytime... Balancing between our daily life and Our readiness for the worst makes Paying attention that we have big issues Which death is one of them anytime... The more we balance between our daily life and other things, The more we get ourselves ready for sudden and unexpected things Anytime, anywhere, and even everywhere on our planet... _____________________________________________________________________
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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Death Pt 2

Death, it comes to take you away like a thief in the night, it comes to take your soul away from civilizations.
Death likes to come and snatch your happiness away from you; it likes to take away your love ones and the ones that you care about.
Death is the devils best friend, death is just a way of saying of hi. There are many ways of telling death to back away but sometimes death comes and beat down your door to your soul and takes whatever it has left.
 
Natasha Ligons

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Death Comes Tonight

You lay eyes open in your bed, time is 3 in the morning yet sleep is no where to be found, for the death that is so close keeps you awake and keeps you in fear of the presence of this power of this darkness only one thing is for certain death has come.

Nobody can know why, or know how, to get death to come or go, . There is no performance there is no show, everybody is so scared that if they live like they are dying then they really will die, but death is an intitiy just meant to scare us all for he comes tonight.

Is it really a he, or a she, or an it, just another intaty, everybody has a name for it, passing, sleeping, dead, lost, forgotten, all things that mean the same for tonight is the night that death comes.

It has no warning for the waking eye, as the victims lies awake each night waiting fo rhte frist strike for the sickness to start, driving them insane. Death comes tonight

Lost from the pain of knowing deaths toment you raise the gun you grab the knife you pop the lid \, and you shoot, slice and swallow, as you die we can all watch at your funeral as we know that Death came that night.
 
Michael Buchanan

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