by Morgan Carlson

Created on: January 20, 2011

Nothing says fear like the maw of the unknown,

an end to all things that have lived and have grown.

Looming in the shadows it is the destiny of fate,

a eerie destination that we notice too late.

Though some of us prepare, with our minds and souls,

none of us survive it, the death that is whole.

It will encompass us entirely, it will crush us down,

engulf us in the nothingness in which we will drown.

Paint it something else, or say you'll be flying,

but escape it you won't, when you are lying there dying.

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