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Young Deaths

Old enough to die is old enough to what
Have toxic chemicals flood your gut
To twist your body in your womb
Turn this world into your tomb
Young deaths are just a moment a way
It happens every single day
Young deaths & their last time trying to stay up late
Sometimes just kids still too young to hate
Young deaths are mother's chains
Anti-birth pains
Young deaths keep men in power
Yank the chain and make them cower
Young deaths are Charity's crown jewel
It tricks the donor but the dead's no fool
Young deaths are babies too weak to play
Women too shackled to drop and pray
Young deaths are the jagged road that butchers women's knees
Young deaths are the agony that muffles women's pleas
Young deaths are in your hands and in your face
Young deaths are parents awaiting grace
Young deaths are just an eye shot a way
It'd be strange to be any other way


Tim caffery

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Death is like the color black,
Black like the darkest night without any light
Death is like the feeling of fear, Fear like as you watch your family suffers, dying a painful death, right before your own eyes
Death is like the cold, Cold like the wind that blows down your neck giving you goose bumps and you know it’s the wind of death
Death is like the end of a story, the story that is your life, as you flip though them for last time
Death is like the taste of gum,
The taste of gum with no more flavor, it’s gray and hard to chew
Death is like the texture of a dead snake,
The texture of a cold, slick, and scaly lifeless body of a dead snake
Death is like the eyes of a dying man
The eyes sight fading getting darker and darker, until…. You see nothing

Death is like the sound of silents,
Silent’s is all you hear because you’re the last living human on earth
Death is like the poem that ends you know it’s all over,
just like your life, you know your life has ended
Matt Bickimer

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Death Is Not Changing Anything

Changing anything is not death.

Death and change are two different things
Things may change but it cannot be called it death
Death may occurred but it cannot be called changed.

It is the time, it is the situation, it is the Truth.
And in Truth we are to stay for ever.

Death is also not new for anything or for anybody,
And death is not there in old as well as in new.

Deathless life is not alive, it is living in death,
Death in living is also pure consciousness that is here.

I welcome death always anywhere, please come, O death,
Death is welcoming me always every moment though
It is not within my knowledge, and knowledge is not mine.
gajanan mishra

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Death! death!

Death! death! where is death?
Call death here! let me see death.
What color is death?
Is it really black?
Or white? or red? or yellow?
Or purple? Or chocolate?

My little Aaeeshanee
Crying for chocolate
Crying for icecreame
Crying for so many things
And I am unable to supply anything
And I am aging aging aging.

Death is going away from me
Death is going away from me
Let me see death here at this moment
Let death come on its own
At its sweet will to my home
I have no time to wait for death.
gajanan mishra

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