To die for: You have to think.
To die is terrible, with intelligence you love, laugh and hold guilt.
To die is peaceful, with aptitude you are blissful, and you gently watch the darkness to come.
To die for: You have to think. Some say its black some say its pink.
To die for: You have to love.
To die is dreadful, but for others you’re welcomed by an omnipotent.
To die is calm, with strength you softly fade away from life.
To die for: You have to love. Some say it’s a black feline, others a bleached dove.
To die for: You have to live.
To die is vile; you will be remembered forever by most.
To die is pleasant, finally you are strong and free, independently.
To die for: You have to live, breath and be responsive.
Then after your death the real event begins. You will live.
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