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Death

Life is uncertain
Death is sure
 
It comes like a thief
Without an invitation
 
It is the end of all sufferings
 
Death is like a wind
Blowing across the land
 
It attacks both rich and poor
leaving neither  young nor old
 
It is an escape from the wickedness of this world
 
We are on the train of life
Death is the transit station
What will be you next destination?
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