Death can be kind

Fear for your sanity swells
Deep in your soul it dwells
Faint whispers and cold shivers in the night
When death comes to give you a fright

As he pulls a his scythe, he tells you to stop crying
He tells you that you were already dying
Your tears stop falling and your heart skips a beat
Death tells you to just accept defeat

You close your eyes and feel the darkness surrounding you
Your pray to god and ask if death is true
God says in reply to accept it and your soul will be reborn anew
An unknown confidence enters your mind
You feel in your bones that death can be kind





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