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Poem of the Week

Death-Poem
People fear Death
It is an unspoken fact
Whether they fear
Oblivion
Hell
The End
Whether they go in a gunshot
Or slowly slipping away on pristine pillows with loved ones around them
Yet some believe in a reward
For being Good, Kind, Selfless, Helpful
None know what happens next
Is it Nothing?
Heaven?
Rebirth?
People have started wars on What Happens Next
I believe in Something
How about you?

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