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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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