DYING

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I'm scared of getting old.
A body getting cold.
I want there to be light.
I want there to be bright,
want there to be day.
want all to be ok.
I want to go to heaven.
I don't want to go to hell. 
I just don't know, where
I am going to go.
 
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Stephen's picture

I am psychic. You are going to heaven.

Stephen

allets's picture

Death

an unknowable

an inevitable event

beyond which

is an ending

of sentience.

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~S~

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