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Mortality and the belief in immortality.
What is my claim to fame?
That I existed?
I "was" once?
Is that all that will be said of me
when I am no more?
trepidation with every step
I tread closer
towards that open door

My name on a stone
in a casket that will rot away
even the monument
engraved with kind words
that will weather so
that none can read what they say

Why do we cling so to life
if we believe Heaven is truly there?
even one aged past 100 years
cried sometimes and asked me why
her body was failing,
and why she had to die?

Is the promise a lie?
realized at the moment we die?
below us no Hell
above us only sky?
no demons to torture
no angels on high
just a spirit that fades
wondering why

G. Gabriel

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