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On Death

Sep 29, 2022
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By J. Prince Wilfred



Death is not a mere stop of respiration,

But a failure to quench the aspiration.

Death decays our transpiration,

And stops us from renovation and rejuvenation.


Lifeless corpses are greater than passionless fools,

And who, not believing in oneself is an eternal fool.

Death is not after us but, we after it,

Cause failure and losing is not our kit.





Death's Claws are far and wide,

But, never will they be at our side.

For Hope and Strive is always our tide,

To guide our path towards victory we abide.


We die when we fail to see.

Conquering oneself is the eternal key

Don't you perish until death seeks you.

Win it over along with the legendary few.



By J. Prince Wilfred




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