Death. Death the great leveler.

We will all succumb to it.
One day our bones will turn to rot.
Death, come weeping from above,
Death, the deliverance for us all

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helenS · 36-40, F

What you say is the quintessence of Continental Baroque poetry. It's called vanitas poetry.

basilfawlty89 · 36-40, M

@helenS I hate death though. But I've come to accept it. This mortal coil will transpire and expire. If there was a loving a God like the Christians proclaim. Why subject us to be torn from our loved ones?

helenS · 36-40, F

@basilfawlty89 You will just go back to where you came from. No reason to hate death, or be afraid of it.

basilfawlty89 · 36-40, M

@helenS but it is. I don't want to lose my consciousness. I want to see the loved ones I lost again.