why do we die?
where do we really end up?
Questions we tend to pose, whether we have an after life or just fade like a distant memory. Death is said to be a rather new beginnings. what do we begin? Some say "A New Life", why would we live a new life if we had already lived? We lived and experienced, may be good or bad. But our time has been done.
Before our first breath, or our first conscious memory, we fought. we fought for life and death. we killed souls before we even could walk. why should we deserve another life. when others failed the first time to receive experiences and their first breath.
And in thought what do really begin? another battle of life? we chose to fight to live, nut what comes after life? really.
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Poetrysorry to disappoint but no real poems here just my out looks on life and death problems faced , love, and ect read and drop opinions whether or not you agree :)
