Death and Saint.

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Maybe we have been getting it all wrong,
Maybe we all are to blame for blaming the wrong guy,
The guy who ends our diary of all life struggles,
Has wrongly been awarded odd prizes in muddles.

Maybe death is not the villain in the whole movie,
Or have we even taken time to think it through?
Hasn't life been the guy draining our veins of their blood,
Making us write pale letters of appeal to Death?

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Maybe life is really guilty and worthy of the blames,
And death is be treated with some love and respect,
For while life makes unconsciousness sweeter than breath,
Death silently gives man, you, I, the true and ideal rest.

Maybe, just maybe, we have been blaming Death wrongly,
The only oasis where we get to rest from toiling,
Where we are no more afraid of the unexpected,
Oh! How Death has so been trampled underfoot.

Death and Saint.

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