Las Vegas After Death! Poem by Tom Zart

The joy of life is like a fading flower
And the wrath of death is to shrivel and decay.
Committing our spirits to either right or wrong
Simply by how we choose to live our night or day.

After death the wicked cease to be troublesome
And all who are weary have forever to rest.
People who apply their heart to seek out wisdom
Are lovingly remembered by all they have blessed.

Hate is the greatest plague of man,
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than the one which destroys humanity.

When hate breaks out, boundaries change
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run its course
Before words of sorrow are spoken.

THANK YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE IN YOUR HEART!

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