Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The Sting Of Death

The last breath is given up hardly
Soul departs from this mortal clay,
Body lays like cold lonely lamb
Now lifeless, now it's crumbling.

Leaving this unfair world behind tears
Trodding shiftly to mysterious veil,
Tis an everyone's ordeal to pass
Waiting for the Almighty to confront.

Behold the bereave they wail at you
Why rellinquish us your love unfeign,
Memories are cherished, we miss you
Deeply aware you move on with might.

Is the sting of death worth for fear?
To recompense earthly measure of acts,
Death is both losing and winning
A choice one cannot simply ignore.

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Created: 2:10am on 10-08-2007
Modified: 12:17am on 10-19-2007

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