life and death poem by RandomStrangerOnline
life is cruel and unjust. It puts on a new mask which is never the same twice over. Life plays favorites, showing some love, and some hatred. Life is selfish and was never one to share. Life seems innocent when you first meet it, but as time goes on, the mask of beauty it wears is torn apart and crumbled, showing its true self. Life is a beast hidden by beauty that knows not to favor. Life hates and judges those who are different or strange. It meets with a glare.
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10 Feb, 2024, 3:02 pm
now, death appears, dirty and disgusting, unfit for love and care. But it does not judge nor does it stare. For death is merciful and fair. Death will accept everyone and release them of pain. Death will seem mean and unjust and unfair, put into the shadows of Life. But, once you get to know it, it'll seem so lovely.