Death....
that is the circle of life
the unpleasant truth to be accepted
Feared far and wide as death
The difference between life and I
Exceeds no more than a single breath
Men far and wide try and push me along
like the celestial bringer of darkness,
but in their futile attempts forget,
like the moon in the sky I return with time,
and each minute brings them closer to their grave,
every second passed is a step towards the reality of death
The true peace men strive for,
the equality of power and wealth,
in its absence from the illusion of life,
can be attained only in the awakening of a new horizon,
the true embodiment of nothingness in the accursed reality,
Peace is attained only at death
In the well crafted fairytale of life,
I am the transfer of worlds antagonized rather than celebrated,
I am the release of the soul from the being
Men hoping to prepare for the afterlife with Jesus and Allah,
are greeted with the nullity of oblivion,
emptiness after their final breath
I come slowly like droplets falling from the sky,
but reach every being in the end
Men ponder about my cruel existence,
and ask why I must subsist.
I say ,life is merely your path, the journey
I am the final destination.
I am death.
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