Death

Of a simple road to start a life,
to the simple hope that you will die.
From the moment a woman's womb shall bruise,
It was already Destined that you die.

Curse of Death born to an infant,
Demons waiting to claim their last,
It is said death you'll never cheat,
What more to say when you eventually meet.

Living through this meaningless bile,
Trying to meet its expecting vile
Trying to earn that simple smile,
Ending with nothing but a hollow file.

Life is really simple enough,
There's no reason really to be tough,
Just accept the visit of Death,
Eventually await the fear of its wrath.



Of the most dramatic combination of expressions in English Literature is not a bombastic metaphor nor it is a dramatic combo of flowery words, but the really simple and stunning 2-word combination ending of "He Dies".

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