The Good Die Young Poem by Manpreet Tuli

They say the good die young, for they go to heaven, to walk the garden with my father the almighty and live again.
He gives us life he takes it back; he is the one who decides whose next. He brought us into this world and we will never know why.

He is known by many names and still he is one the very same. People are divided by religions and they divide god too.
Birds are the best and so are animals too, they not know god they not know religion, yet they are all the same own lords creations.

This world is full of pain and this world lies, yet with The Lords Blessings we all survive.
So remember and be afraid of the Highest Power for he is the one who decides our final hour.