Death is disgusting, It’s a gross, puss filled mess and a grinding halt of all things good,

Death is beautiful, it’s the last period of a story, the final stroke of the painting.

Death is a beast, It’s malevolent, spiteful and does not stop for anything,

Death is human, it holds sympathy for those it takes and has to.

Death is random, it has no ulterior motive, it simply happens to all,

Death is deliberate, it picks the most painful of names and crosses them off its fatal list.

Death is slow, it creeps leisurely, lying in wait for the worst time to strike,

Death is quick, the fastest part of one’s life is their last.
Death is important, the most significant endeavor you tackle is fate,

Death is meaningless, it has no purpose other than to take away that which you love.

Death is chaos, it has no edict from a higher power, it simply acts,

Death is order, it is a necessary element, without the end there are no new beginnings.

Death is a sickness, we’re all infected with it; it’s just a matter of time before it takes hold,

Death is a cure, it’s the cleanse of the human disorder, where all bad comes to an end.

Death is conviction, it’s the final judgement of all things, everyone is guilty and deserves an end,

Death is acquittal, it may be the final judgement, but it’s a peaceful release.

Death is painful, it’s the final aching cruel punishment endured,

Death is gratifying, it’s the final reward of a challenging and difficult assessment.

Death is an imprisonment, it’s the captive state holding the past from the present,

Death is a liberation; it is the freeing of the soul, the emancipation from oppression.

Death is life, all things come to an end, and we have to come to terms with that so we can move on and make the most of what we have.