DeathA Poem by Cosmic kid
It will all vanish
All of it Death Such a small word for the only certain thing in life Think about it One day you won't be you The body that you reside in at this moment will be rotting in the ground Or burnt to ashes
© 2012 Cosmic kidReviews
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