After all is said and done,
When death shut our eyes,
What will my tale be?
That of truth or lies?
When I leave this cold, cold world
I pray to be in the warm embrace
Of God the Father above,
And not hear the shriek of Hades
Hardly should a day pass,
Where one thinks not upon death
For a day will surely come,
When we shall leave this earth
(c) Chukwudi I.
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