The darkness comes.
The cold arrives.
What have i done,
that death cometh so soon.
Is there life after death?
A just God who will reward me?
Or will i just find darkness?
Have I lived my life for a fairy tale?
Death beckons me with its crooked finger.
Im drawn to it.
Will there be peace?
Have I not lived a good life?
And now i die while evil lives on.
How cruel are the odds of fortune.
©dimitri
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