When you die all will be clear,
the deception will fade,
there will be no fear just clarity.
Death is the entrance way to the clarity for which you know in your heart of hearts is the passageway from one existence to the next that frees you from the collective deception of time, wile digesting what you need to learn from your life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem