By R.F.O No one can know what tomorrow will bring, theres no guarantees youll hear the birds sing, maybe you never feel the sun hit your face, deaths like a plague that moves at its own pace, life is a gift to each who is born, but lifes strings can but cut ripped or torn, everyday hundreds look death in the eye, some pray some fight some quit and some cry, its a cycle thats been around since the beginning of time, but the irony is that death cant die, its a force that takes the good and the bad, some go to early and for many its sad, death doesnt play favorites theres no system in place, its not on a schedule and its not in a race, it can come very swiftly and never be seen, or it can be present and appear to be mean, it can hold a grip tightly and never let go, or you can try and fight and make the death slow, either way its a shadow that casts shade on us all, at one point or another we all take the fall, theres no way to know when your on deaths time, its a silent assassin but its not always a crime, it strikes fear in us all and it doesnt get beat, the only option you have is sometimes you can cheat, and at the end of the day it will always come back, maybe tomorrow next week but it remains a fact, no one has won and beat it forever, the inevitably of time and sometimes deaths clever, never in history has there been such persistence, fight plead and beg it will crush your resistance, its an invisible army that doesnt know failure, at max theres setbacks so get your suit tailored, some people die young and some people to soon, some others do bad and yet still live entombed, death isnt picky it takes what it wants, it has no opinion but it sometimes it taunts, sometimes you can see it creeping up behind, maybe that time you cheat it but its a matter of time, a lot of good people have fallen prey to this bully, people with business that hadnt been finished fully, people with children that still needed to learn, or the younger generation that dies outa turn, sometimes its sudden and sometimes its drawn out, sometimes it cant be explained and sometimes theres doubt, for all those who have lost that understand the pain, theres nothing quite like it and not much to gain, for those who fight for others and those who save lives, death doesnt reward neither does it compromise, it cant be bought off or be negotiated with, death doesnt make deals and it wont plead the fifth, it makes no excuses for the lives it takes, death doesnt care how many hearts it breaks, death has no conscious and it has no regrets, its not in it for the fame and it doesnt place bets, its not always fair and sometimes it hurts, sometimes its welcomed and some people flirt, sometimes its tragedy and sometimes despair, sometimes people take their own lives and dont care, some people think death is a doorway to more, that this is the beginning and that theres more in store, but like all great phenomnas all questions no answers, its all speculation and back and forth banter, the true fact is deaths never been beat, death pairs up with time and leaves no receipts...
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 08:29:29 +0000
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