Death As It Comes Poem by Blanche Hardin

Death is such a beautiful thing,
Like life it can always change a life;
Or Destroy it in every way.
Pain is such a beatiful things,
Like hate it can change a life in every way;
Or destroy it and take it away.
Love is such a terrible thing,
Its something I will always hate.
My life is a painful burden I carry,
Death is something I'd wish to be buried.
You Will Fail in Life and Death
Why amongst the living and the dead,
Nothing but hatred fills our head.
Goals are set to conquer all,
Murderous plots must even fall.
Death to all,
And all have died;
Your dangerous games are suicide.