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After Death

Crumble to dust and leave in your wake
An element of sadness for someone to take.
Drifting. Slowly. Away from it all.
Blindly. Walking. Not caring at all.
Judgment is waiting to send you on
To the only place that you can belong.
So open your eyes so you can see
The only end to your journey.
Death awaits us all, but for you it has passed.
You are not the first. You won’t be the last.
So walk through the gates and come to arrive
In the hell you deserve, for what you did when alive.





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