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The True Face of Death/ Death comes on silent feet
As darkness spreads like a growing plague
Window panes suddenly became opaque
For death comes on silent feet
Death is the final destination
At the end of life, death is the eternal rest
“It is impossible that anything so natural,
so necessary, and so universal as death,
should ever have been designed by Providence as an evil to mankind.”
As said by Jonathan Swift
The world of the living does not understand this peace
They see it as the inevitable end
They do not see it as a peace to a life of struggles
And through that, they would never recognize death for what it is
As the shadowy lord comes on silent feet
The after life is a world without substance
It has no form, but exists in shadowy mists
It is like the universe, always expanding, perhaps never to be understood.
It saddens the living, to have cared and known a dear friend
Only to see one day, that they are whisked away
Never to return again, because they saw face of death
As the swirling mists came on silent feet
Some say death is just a step to another world
Others argue that death is a spirit, taking lives as he swirled
It is a struggle, between eternal chaos,
And the light of all creation
But who really knows what exists in the mysterious underworld?
Into oblivion perhaps, beyond the final veil
But still others say it is just existing parallel to our world
Always near, but yet so far
Where Hades rules with his fearsome helm
As his expanding empire fills the realm
Those who were dishonest on earth
May find themselves in eternal torment
But the souls who served well,
Will find the rewards satisfying
But all these are, are just beliefs
For no one knows the true face of death, as he comes, on silent feet.
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