लाइब्रेरी
प्रोफाइल
LIFE
LIFE
1 min
172
Heart stops to beat,
soul cut apart.
It slowly drifts away,
your body has finally accepted defeat.
Maybe you go to the paatal, hades or ma'at;
but believe me, all are the same.
Your life was none but a game.
They give you heaven,
or you rot in the fields of punishment.
Nothing can heal your sojourn there,
no herb, no ointment.
Life is short, O friend.
Therefore, enjoy it,
before 'tis the end.
