tomethebluerose

What is death? Truly what is it? A man in a dark robe? An evil thing set before us? Death, it worry s all of us. It worries us because we don't know. It worries us because it is a mystery. Because it is unknown. But what of us that knows it. Know death all to well. Do we fear it? Or do we accept it? Some of us accept it. Some of us run to it. Some of us deny it. And some of us refuse it. Me? I see it. I know it. I accept it as fate. To live is to die. To die is to live. There is no escape. There is no succor. One day death will be no mystery. There will be no secrets. Nothing hidden. Just the peace of knowing death.

A sword is never good or evil it is neutral for all time The one who uses it that's who decides whether used for wretchedness or the divine The wretched use it with a mighty force but it's themselves they hurt the most The divine use it with a just force to instill the ideals of trust and hope Such is which all power known nether good or bad just a neutral force The hands that hold that's what decides the evil or good that lies inside

The thoughts and feelings that coalesces to form a being They flow and shape the actions and perceptions of him When one doesn't care what others think then he can be true to himself The one who builds his life on others perceptions losses a part of himself that makes decisions One will survive with no one around The other will fall into heart ache and despair for the loss of himself is hard to bear The thoughts and feelings that coalesces to form a being They flow and shape the actions and perceptions of him When one doesn't care what others think then he can be true to himself The one who builds his life on