Sound of death
The sound of the dying. The agony of seeing the death. The unspoken, unbroken chain that all human must follow. All that comes well ends well, is that really true? Do you believe in the dead? Well I do. As a death reporter yes. You would never have seen the world as how I would see it.
The dying struggling to survive, screaming, searching for help, hoping someone will reach out and help ease the pain. But most of the time it would be the death who is willing reaching out to ease their pain. At that very moment when they saw him, they who once fought bravely in war were too showing a wary face.
The sick hoping for a miracle. Maybe tomorrow I might just heal and able to walk. Lying in the hospital bed with all who you know surrounding you, staring at you shaking their heads talking over you like you were not even there. Children bad mouthing you, fighting over property. They wish you were dead. And you know they think that they will be better off with you not in their way. You groan for help but non had reach to you. You finally gave up to him and let go of all the struggling thoughts that kept you alive.
He who acts as a charisma is being fear by everyone. He who I have never seen or talk to was everyone’s greatest fear of meeting him. When he is content he would save you all pains and suffering, he will take you to a place with no suffering. If he is ever choleric then you will suffer before you die. He will take you soul away, a little everyday.
Even the greats of all kings must heel to him and obey him in his deathbed. The eyes with an eternal stare. Time has pause for them but not for us. They will never be able to spend another day with us. I have seen many deaths. It is not what you think it is.
Souls are chain with heavy metal and whip at, slaving underneath. Others who had been taken into the hands of god are far better off. What is the point of all the over powering and conquering? At the end of the day you will be able to take nothing with you. You came into the world with nothing and so it’s only fair that when you leave you take nothing with you. The world is a playground when you are there you can play what ever you want and take what ever you desire. But when you leave you must take nothing with you, they must be left behind for the others that comes after you to play with...
The dying struggling to survive, screaming, searching for help, hoping someone will reach out and help ease the pain. But most of the time it would be the death who is willing reaching out to ease their pain. At that very moment when they saw him, they who once fought bravely in war were too showing a wary face.
The sick hoping for a miracle. Maybe tomorrow I might just heal and able to walk. Lying in the hospital bed with all who you know surrounding you, staring at you shaking their heads talking over you like you were not even there. Children bad mouthing you, fighting over property. They wish you were dead. And you know they think that they will be better off with you not in their way. You groan for help but non had reach to you. You finally gave up to him and let go of all the struggling thoughts that kept you alive.
He who acts as a charisma is being fear by everyone. He who I have never seen or talk to was everyone’s greatest fear of meeting him. When he is content he would save you all pains and suffering, he will take you to a place with no suffering. If he is ever choleric then you will suffer before you die. He will take you soul away, a little everyday.
Even the greats of all kings must heel to him and obey him in his deathbed. The eyes with an eternal stare. Time has pause for them but not for us. They will never be able to spend another day with us. I have seen many deaths. It is not what you think it is.
Souls are chain with heavy metal and whip at, slaving underneath. Others who had been taken into the hands of god are far better off. What is the point of all the over powering and conquering? At the end of the day you will be able to take nothing with you. You came into the world with nothing and so it’s only fair that when you leave you take nothing with you. The world is a playground when you are there you can play what ever you want and take what ever you desire. But when you leave you must take nothing with you, they must be left behind for the others that comes after you to play with...
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