Death

Why do you hate us? Why do you lie? Why do the pains we feel make us bleed and cry? All this hurt and and this turmoil kill us and bury our bodies in this earth's soil. Let us fade and let us rot, this world won't be distraught at our death. O the peace, O the bliss, O the lack of our distress has left us in a never ending state of happiness. In Death's peaceful silence, I embrace the eternal solitude of reticence.