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Life and Death, life being a beautiful lie, yet death is the painful truth.
Life is beautiful.
Life is a lie.
Life, is a beautiful lie.
Death is painful.
You die from the truth,
Death, is the painful truth.
Two different things,
Yet, so similar,
Life is like a rose,
A wonderful flower,
A precious object,
Something full of wonder and grace,
Magestic in it's own form.
Death is like a wind,
Blowing in the days and nights,
Calling you in.
Whispering those words,
In echos so scarce it is frightening,
It's time to die.
Once upon a summer's day,
Life and Death were together,
They got talking, oh how they did,
And, Life posed a question for Death,
Something important he had to know,
Life asked, why do people love me but hate you,
Death replied, because you're a beautiful lie,
I am the painful truth.
A/N: It is late, and my mind is fucking up a bit.. I might go on Skyrim then head to bed.. see you guys!