The Grace - Poem by Ari Alsio
Then, when death whispering you
and gives kisses on the cheek.
Do not be afraid, he will not bite you;
You alone can´t eliminate the debt of life,
if not death will come and save you.
A man brave enough to live to the fullest
and even dare to die in peace.
He harvests of life;
when your body is just worms
Hell is not true,
you can just die in peace.
Which was a good life lived
so beautiful it is to die for.
Oh, you now have this beautiful life
and more beautiful in heaven over there.
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