There are more dead people than living. And their numbers are increasing. The living are getting rarer.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
Death As a dark Shadow Beckons his prey Into the unknown By a soft whisper In the soul
In every shadow a light
In every tear a smile
In death I know there is still life that lingers for a while.
Death is just a chapter of a book that never ends.
Thank you for readin