Death means absolutly nothing to me,
for I see it as the start of eternity,
no more hunger, hate or pain,
and knowing I'll meet my friends again.
Unlike most I believe not in heaven,
I lost all faith even before I was seven,
but I do believe in a place of rest,
that excepts not only the best,
mankind has to offer,
and as I look up to the coffer,
I see a ray of light,
diminish in to night,
but heed these words, be not afraid,
you'll find peace in the sunlit glade,
far from prying eyes of evil,
in this forest primeval,
until the end of days.
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