What should I do when live and dead don't seem that different to me when I rather be among those who past away and called them friend than to be among the living.
The eternal torment of the unknown the fear of that which we don't understand Keep us from ending the suffereing and the eternal struggle with the flesh.
Those it makes me a coward to fear that which I don't understand which I don't see or feel or touch? That place where the mind can't even imagine or describe Does that make of me a coward?.
Times comes and goes pages fall from the calendar like falls leaf from a tree. Nothing is for certain not even death everything has come to pass everything has and end nothing last forever.
But nothing is for certain not even death.
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