New Zealand

Intellectual Suicide
I am baptised

United Kingdom


Maybe Not The End
by Ian

A coffin never seems as large
As the person it contains.
For the life and soul has truly gone
And only the corpse remains.
Where is it going? No-one can tell.
God blessed, to heaven : God cursed, to hell.
All we know is that all of our friends
And ourselves one day must meet our ends.
Life is the start and death will come.
No surer thing is ever known.
When the one you love has died, has died,
You must learn to live alone.

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