Death thou cease to be the consequence of life, not the soul ....
Thou halt to be the end of corpse , but not of soul...
Thou painted the crimson of catastrophic life an corpse ......
But the unpainted soul will leave your catastrophic crimson colour far behind ....
Thou created the lives condemned them into the process of cadaver ,
But thy cannot break the immortality of ones soul ....
Thy fictitious art could attract the earthling but ,
Thy fictitious art couldn't change the faded epitome of spirit.....
Thou can snatch the peaceful breathe of earthling but thy cannot prod the soul ...
A resting in peace earthling could be bothered by you ,
But soul's resting couldn't be bothered by thy nudge ...
Though your scars will be left on corpse , but the soul will remain untouched beauty forever.....
Let embrace the death , because it is not the consequence of soul , soul will stay immortal forever and death is the only consequence of life .
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