Muertes,

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Either turned into ashes

Or stuffed like an animal and caked on with makeup

Every dream you had halted

Your dead and on the floor in a coffin

Body now a soulless husk

All that remains or does not remain if your burned

Is what people have to say about the deceased

“They struggled with a battle and were called home by the Lord to go back home” they say.

They have now touched the infinite

And have gone into darkness..

But darkness is still something

Nothing.. The concept of which I fear.

A Void..

Death is in everything.. It’s in you

Your hair as it grows the cells die..

Muertes

Get off your ass and do stuffs…

Because as immortal as you think you are

You Are dying each nanosecond.

You shall meet with the grave.

Live..

Now..

A love Supreme