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Created on: February 02, 2009 Last Updated: March 22, 2009
One fact is certain,
from the day we are born,
that someday we'll die
and perhaps some will mourn
our passing from this world,
that we have known,
to heaven or hell
or some place unknown.
What scares me most
is how I will die,
how old I will be
and if anyone will cry
and be sorry that I
am no longer on earth.
Will they pray for my soul
at my body's death.
Unfortunately death
cannot be understood
until you are in a box
made out of wood.
Finally this mystery
will be solved for you
but will remain a secret
until they join you.
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