A period of time
The period between
Birth and death
The trip of precise end
Nobody will exist
On earth forever
Everybody has his own time
He comes to life
And has his time to leave
His duration to spend
On the earth
Will never increase
By just one second
When the death comes
Therefore;
Anybody who wants
To have a good record
And mercy of God
Must embrace life as nothing
And used all period for
Worship and helping needy
The life
Is a market
We will go back
To tell the sender
All what we do
Either bad or good
Do well
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