I´m not afraid of death
In the darkest of nights,
I`m more afraid of the light
That shines when it is bright.
Without light there is no dark,
Without start there is no end,
So I therefore fear alive
More than when I`m dead.
Death is final, absolute
Cold, merciless, unruled,
Yet it`s simple and it`s true
When the Sun and light just blind you.
Life itself is full of colors,
One more attracting than the other
Yet as savage as a hungry beast
It just gives only to receive,
It is more cruel
Than a thousands deaths,
It is more dangerous
Than the seven hells.
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