Idea of Death

We consider it when life seems dull,
Desert it when life is in our hands
To exchange the ‘gruelling filth’ of the earth,
And endure the agonizing torture in hell
They all desire the sweets of heaven...
But death is feared,
The cannot reap from what they haven’t sown,
Now it’s pleasurable when you lie on the floor.
They are closer to hell than heaven’s door.





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