Death is the End

Death is the End
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Death is the end
of life, of love
of everything.
Death is nothing,
or rather the absence
of being.

Death is the only
Absolute conqueror.
He has never fought
A battle and lost.
He only wins
And moves on.

His victims are silent,
They cannot cry out,
Run or hide.
They must only wait
And accept.
Is it no wonder
We fear him?

Death is the end
I say, But maybe
I am wrong. Is life
The actual End of Death?
As life is beautiful.
Could not death be more so?

In the spring, Life ends death.
Could the end of our lives
Merely take us full circle
And just lead to rebirth?
A changing, if you will?





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