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Death does no wrong By: Mystee_cutie


Did we have a life to call ours before?
Do we live only never to return?
Therefore, what does man want to restore?
After death, what more?
Death does no wrong

The stages of man's development is described in trimesters,
Typically different from University's semesters
Ultimately important, man's cycle is from the womb to the tomb
Death does no wrong

We were nobody to become somebody
Then the somebody doesn't want to be a nobody
When at first he had no body
Death does no wrong

Death, on an errand from it master
Man sees it messages as a disaster
It only act, let man not fluster
Death does no wrong.

©Mystee_cutie

Well, death is the most scary thing. Hard to overcome. It never gives a chance, all it leaves is a news. It keeps us wondering "who is next?"  have you had someone close die before? Only then can u understand how it feels.

When we are born, our news of arrival makes people cry but that's tears of joy but when we die, our news of departure makes people cry but not tears of joy(obviously, of what joy can that bring, when we realize someone we always see or someone who used to be close has become "past", that feeling can not be explained). But now we blame death.

Although death is the hardest truth but sincerely, I have come to realize that we gave no consent to born into this world so why must our consent be sought before the soul is taken. Haven't we come to realize that it actions are unquestionable, it is beyond our imagination so we should not think of how it can be described because there is no panacea that can be prescribed.

 Let's all live life and understand that we shall all taste from the cup of death. A friend of mine once said " let's do all we want to do before death makes what we want to do another man's do"

©Mystee_cutie

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