I do not know why but i have written alot of poetry all the sudden. I will start posting them on here. Heres the first one.

Death

Are you afraid?

Are you not ready to go to the light?

Are you afraid you won’t return?

Are you afraid you won’t go to heaven?

Well it’s always waiting

Always stalking

Always knocking

Until it roars up and takes its chance

Well death is always in wait

Always looking

For that unwilling soul

To knock upon deaths opening door

 Death is more than just the end

Death is more than just reality

Death is the adventure of the after life

Death is just prosperity

You mourn

You cry

You weep and miss

The ones that are dead

But you have to remember you have to think

They are where what we say, a better place

Do you think they would want this?

Do you think they like this?

Do you think they miss us?

When they are dead

Death is real

Death is normal

Death is upon us

As we live in hell.