A Better Place

DEATH

Death a murky smoke

Until our time was due

To sleep unto your arms

Simply inevitable you

Death is a hope

For those who believe in forever

Death is a bridge to paradise

For those whose faith were true

Death is a ruined

For those who are happy in life

Death is a sanctuary

For those worn-out and blue

Indeed, we could assumed

Thousand stuffs about you

But you are a murky smoke

Until our time was due

2/16/2016

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