The Rising Decay

We stare into the abyss
It stares right back at us, the rising decay
Like mirrors in our eyes

Let us reflect on what death really is
And see if death is good in the end

What infinite delight we would find
In conversing and questioning him all through the night
In a world where they don't sentence man
To demise just for questioning

In a world where they don't sentence man to demise
Just for questioning life

I would rather die and to speak the truth
Then speak nothing but lies
And live amongst you

If death is like sleep without dreams
A sweet slumber it shall be



Credits
Writer(s): Jose Rivera
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