I dig day by day
For another soul
To be buried in clay.
Yet Sometimes I wonder
Who will dig my grave
When my soul surrender.
Sometimes I cry
Why? Why?
Does another soul have to die?
Why is the ground not fed up?
With souls of little children
And Bodies of grownups.
I’ve come to realize that
All My worries
All My cries
It’s all vanity.
Death is the price we pay
Since sin is a curse we posses
It’s a shame, after all other places
We end up in clay
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice!
Uhhhm
LOVE IT!
Nicely Written!
I enjoyed reading!
Shuberth
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Death is the price we pay
Since sin is a curse we posses
posses --> possess
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I haven't write in few weeks so i thought id write something death since i just lost a friend..so i hope you will find it delightful.
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