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I have no fear in death
I long for it
I find death for a child
Always looking for enjoyment
In what it kills
I have no fear in death
Death is what I can only see
But why, has it not come for me
It comes close but never comes for me
I have no fear in death
For death fears me

leo conway

There are bodies laying on the floor
Blood seeping from the room
Covering their wounds
But that’s death

A sound of consequence
Echoing through existence
Finding a deaf ear
But that’s death

People walk away to their lives
Leaving those behind
Forgetting us
But that’s death

We walk the crowded streets
Looking for our salvation
Never getting redemption
But that’s death

A sad existence of life
Once lived vibrantly
Forgotten the same
But that’s death

Twenty-Seven years lived strong
Fighting for what is right
Dying for what is true
But that’s death

C.R. Ebowski

I looked in the eyes of
Death and felt remorse.
I looked in the eyes of
Death and saw peace
I felt the hand of death
And hated
I held the body of death
And redeemed myself naked
Oh death, the unanswered
Question.
The fear of many, the
Fear of none.
Why do we live?
Why do we live? If
Not for death.



Gangsta Sta

Death is an art, more colourfull than the blue sky
No painters and composer can frame it
Death is much softer than the flying feather
It has a sweet soft music
Only the death traveller can listen it.

Death is more natural than the life
Life makes living cry weep and scream
But death is full of peace
No fury no anger, its just sleepy
Death is not greedy and demanding like life.

Life is a basket of greeds and desires
It desires to hold everything till the last breath.

Devil Poet

Death is in the face of your enemies,
it can strike fear into the hearts,
of the most courageous people,
when death hits,
it is an unstoppable force of pain,
it can't be fixed,
when you are forced to look into family members cold stone faces,
you see that death is pernemant,
you can't stop death from coming,
you can try to avoid death,
but all that does is keep you from living,
Death is a serious downfall in life,
no one wants to die,
but in the end,
we always do

Christi Clearwater

There are bodies laying on the floor
Blood seeping from the room
Covering their wounds
But that’s death

A sound of consequence
Echoing through existence
Finding a deaf ear
But that’s death

People walk away to their lives
Leaving those behind
Forgetting us
But that’s death

We walk the crowded streets
Looking for our salvation
Never getting redemption
But that’s death

A sad existence of life
Once lived vibrantly
Forgotten the same
But that’s death

Twenty-Seven years lived strong
Fighting for what is right
Dying for what is true
But that’s death

C.R. Ebowski