There is no better truth,
than death,
death doesn't lie,
it's always certain,
when it comes around,
you can be sure,
there is no cure,
after last breath,
there is only death,
knocking at your door,
as you lie on a cold floor,
or laying on your bed,
dead is dead,
there are no tears,
there are no fears,
no matter how many years.
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