My Own Death Poem by Ari Alsio

It is worth to quiet down,
delve into believing something.
Life is the superior,
although very intricacies.
Pain is as the wind
it wait and jumps your sweater,
when you come home for tired,
he lingers for a moment or two.
system keep on,
Creator did not ask from you
what is the price for your pain,
God give to who have the forces,
life is of otherwise hopeless.
We measure the time line segment,
but the memory like chicken on my mind,
for a moment only lifetime,
you do not know death coming my wife.
We live in only to playing,
like a theater big is all the life,
if one of the side part at the beginning,
not the fault casting away.
our role is of the long,
sidelined will not escape anyone,
away from the bitter in soul trust of the mind,
not mourning our luck
The emerging we received the gift,
Death is the dearest,
you loving your leave - do not worry,
Death is a break, it can not bite you sire.
The curtain falls up,
It is our life plot,
laugh, sing and make love,
Cards have already been pulled from the deck.
Prayer still over of the gate on heaven,
should still remain in the life bonus card,
a few division still on earth,
then I guess I get to come to you already?