Have you ever imagined yourself at the point of death?
Have you felt death so close?
And suddenly, momentarily, you skip a heart beat?
The thought of you being erased from the surface of the earth is the scariest thing yet.
Like you mean I’d be gone?
Forgotten about?
Yet still the only thing that will suffice are memories?
Do you ever wonder who would cry?
Your so worked-hard-for possessions lying down
Do you ever wonder how it is like to be dead?
Do you ever wonder where you’d be after death?
Doesn’t the thought of life after death put you in a state of wonder?
O death,
Be ye not proud that you cause all these fears
O death,
Be ye not proud that you are inevitable
O death,
Be ye not proud that you make a heart lonely
O death,
Be ye not proud
Be ye not proud!
