Death by mystery or death by sand
Peaceful minds thy maketh for all the world can't see
Yet death means so much more to me.
Not all bad and not so sad
For people ignorantly stand
And fear is so unlikely needed
For why survival is so heeded?
It's no surprise their thoughts are blank
Their fears and troubles dark and dank
Neer shall i quite comrehend
Why you humans so do hate the end
Death in a small room, burning bright
Death for those who see it's right
For love and hate and pain no more
When all shall passeth through the door
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