Were you not told of the beauty of death
Beauty like the Nubian woman
With doe eyes and caramel skin
Seducing you, till you grasp for air
Didn’t you hear of the virtues of death
Vilified and wrongly accused
Yet bearing it with a pure humility
Yet when death arrives
He struts, clothed in his apparel of pride
Don’t you know
Of the nonexistence of a merciful death
For isn’t death mercy in itself
Every death the last act of mercy
We would all meet the fine man
Named death nicknamed the grim reaper
Either we rush or delay our meeting with death
Death is always magnanimous to receive with open arms.
And a cold smile
Alpha Tee ™
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