We are Deceased

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The end for a new beginning. A journey for another placement. A search for an abode in an unknown place. Meeting the newest alien you've always imagined in your first world. A life that won't appear a life anymore. A lost feeling would overcome. An anonymous relieve is a guarantee.

"Will you qualify?" I most times ask myself. Thinking of the World I heard about, not that which I know. A pain has stricken my heart. I am lost. All I think about is transitioning, without a specific destination, like a 2-year-old child told to jump over a wide gutter.

Death is painful, just as it is a pain-reliever. It cuts the time we wished to spend with our loved ones short. It leaves us with nothing than flowers dangling across our caskets. It leaves us with nothing than the beautiful, luxurious clothing draped over our bodies.
Would that do? No family as clothes anymore. Talkless friends, nor acquaintances.

Death has done nothing bad. As far as I am concerned, I pick equality over everything, just as an LGBT member. It is impartial. Everyone is not different before him-- no preferential treatment. It would have been another case, if you are as corrupt as our Ambassadors of Poverty. It would have gotten me to challenge how inferior you were, fearfully. But, for this, I hail. 

 

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No matter who you are, what you are, where you come from, where you belong to, when you come; death is inevitable. I will die. You will die. We will die.