Author's note: This is a poem in the perspective of Georgia Lass
Georgia: You never actually know how you will die, 'till it actually happens. That's when you realise how shitty your death really was…just like mine
Time to reap,
Time to die,
Time to deceive,
Time to lie!
I will take your soul,
With a gentle touch,
And you will soon be dead,
Quite as much!
Time to live,
Time to regret,
Time to hate,
Time to forget!
The end is near for everyone,
Or you at least so don't you run!
Don't you worry,
You'll soon to see,
No longer living,
But dead like me!
Georgia: Make the most out of your life whilst you can.