What a strange thing... death. I never really understood it, to have your world you know and love come crashing down. the see the pain in the eyes of your loved ones as they watch you fade away, feeling helpless.
they gaze, heart broken, at your closed eyes. never to open, never to show your thrill or angush. your breathing becomes labered, comming in short gasps. and then, just as your body becomes numb, your hear stops. some cry out, some frozen were they stand, undable to comprehend what had just happened.
death. what a myserius thing. to take you away and not give you back. but i pray that maybe if i'm good enough, just maybe, i'll make it to the land above the clouds, past the stars, and beyond the pain and suffering of this world. to see my lord and savior.
death is what you make it. you can leave this world full of hate and sin, or confess your sins and dedicate your life to the king of kings. lord of lords.
i'm not sure how to end this story. but i do know that death is what you make it.
alright! sorry guys, just had to get some stuff off my chest. and what a better way than to write? my teacher,Mr. Pope, had just suffered a dramatic loss to day. his son was killed in a car accident. i did not know him, but i feel his pain. as it was once my own. no i do not have a son, i'm way to young. but death is all the same, only the faces change. every day, it happens, and every day more and more people are called to heaven, or a devls hell.
stay safe this holiday seacion, and god bless
Listening to: Sick and Tired, white tye affair
Reading: txt messeges