Death Bed
Barely holding on, but hope is still there; we will not give up the silver thread that links the body to the soul, preferring the known dangers to what is yet to come in the unknown void. While there is choice, ignorance clings to Life. Life is all we can know of existence who have not yet died. For none return to tell of what lies beyond this world. Our latent apprehension stirs in the face of mortality’s end, and the possibility of judgement.
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