Death is sneaking quick.

by Seth Rowley   Mar 25, 2004


Death comes up to us, like years pass by.
You never know when it is time to die.
We take life for granted.
Till it's too late and it's the end.
So many times we wonder when will it begin.
Death is tricky.
It can come on one person.
But pass by millions of people.
Or it can hit people by minutes.
Death is hard to track.
You can escape death by never starting.
Life is death, trapped with a few years.
Do you want to die.
Death ain't nothing but sleep.

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