Death is a bittersweet thing
Many won't agree if you tell them
But, it is a release from the cruelness of the world
Death is perceived as dark, cold and empty
But that is not true
It is bright and the opposite
No pain or suffering
Only peace and quiet
A time for reuniting with old friends and family, long gone
Death is sweet like honey
Few do not fear
Be the few
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