D-eath is an inevitable foe of life
That comes with a sting of strife
To end one's long life malady
Or give others rivers of agony
E-veryone that breath soul of life
Will lay down to rest its plight
Only to behold a better destiny
God has prepared for everybody.
A soul's greatness magically rise
Not how long one had seen life
But on how one defined his way
To achieve his missions and glory.
T-o die by flesh is a painless demise
As the body felt no pain and strife
But to die in spirit is a painful reality
For only God can heal its impurity.
H-ail to thee, Father of all mankind
Unto thy bosom be my last dine
Even if my body be in a messy grave
As long as you take my spirit within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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