Some people think death is great
And even want to celebrate
It's a means to an end
Extending out of life's bend
Some people think death is bad
Leaving your family lonely and sad
It's horribly depressing
Keeping everyone around you on edge and stressing
But if I had to choose: Stay or leave?
To smile or to grieve?
I would choose death
Completeing every goal of mine until my last breath
It would be like an bird about to soar
Opening a door, few would dream to explore
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