Death is the pinnacle of existence.
Death is the waiting game.
Death is your adversary.
Death is your friend.
Death gives you the meaning of life.
It's in the dust and the wind.
Death is your hero.
Death is your timeless savior.
Death will bring you salvation.
Death will bring the end to suffering.
It's the reality of life.
It's not too far off.
It's what brings the end to lover's quarrels.
It's something that will be a new beginning.
An opportunity to traverse the great unknown.
A void that no one has ever lived to talk about.
There's no escaping death.
It will meet you on the horizon of tomorrow.
You were given the gift of today.
You were given another day to fight off the temporary line between you and the edge of oblivion.
A wild stallion fighting in the night.
A burning heart soaring through the sights.
A poetic verse no one may ever read.
But it gives you hope.
It gives you hope to have something to live for.
Death is only morbid to the living.
Death is only sad to those who never truly lived.
Death gives you every reason you need to pursue everything you've ever wanted.
Death is like the devil.
Death is why you live.
Be like a star.
Burn so bright that you can be seen from light years away all around.
Even light years after you're gone you'll still shine on.
Burn, burn, burn into the atmosphere and when death finally comes she will take you kindly.
You burned so bright she's excited to meet you.
She's thankful for your contribution to the universe.
It's not over. It's only just begun. This is your story. This is death's journey.
Death will be a silent mistress to your hollow deeds.
Death will watch your every move until she takes thee.
You're no cause for concern.
You're going to die someday.
You're dead already.
You may as well live as if you believe in something.
You may as well as if you recognize your own mortality.
Mortality of fate.
Mortality of the hour.
Mortality's humanity's greatest gift.
Death will leave you with something profound.
Let me tell you a secret
A secret of the soul
Nothing ever changes,
because it is indeed nothing after all.
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Death is only morbid to the living. |