The word death is used loosely these days,
Never really taken seriously.
A constant pattern set on repeat:
You die,
They weep.
They move on.
Some sooner than others.
Sometimes, you're not ready for death.
Are you afraid?
Afraid that when the time comes,
You'll forget?
Forget all the right you've done,
And only remember the wrong.
Afraid you'll be condemned to an eternity
Of hatred and remorse.
You're afraid that it's the end.
You'll never live again.
I am not afraid of death.
I know I've done wrong,
Hurt the innocent,
Fought the fearless.
But, I'm ready.
For I've done the greatest right of all.
I've loved.
I've lived.
Do not fear death.
For death is an escape,
Not an end.
Based on CrimsonScarz's "Scars"
Meepisms
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