24 June 2012
Do you ever think about what happens when we die?
Do we go above to that perfect haven in the sky?
Or is living just a cycle, vicious in its ways?
Nothing to look forward to, when we live out our days.
Someone great once told me that we're all made of dust,
With time and age and ministrations, we all know we rust.
All I know is that I want to do something that's good;
I think we need to realise that's something we all should.
Beautiful Death? • Opuss № I