Death is a shadow 
Darkening the day 
lurking around every corner
A clandestine companion whose presence no one enjoys

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Death is eternal
an everlasting sleep 
A constant reminder how impermanent humanity actually is
Civilizations rise and fall but death reigns on its throne 

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Death is a firestorm
Whether blissful relief or consuming rage or choking sadness or sadistic joy or sweet bitterness or cloyingly both 
it is all too intense to realize that forests can rise from the ashes

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Death is inevitable
a fearsome natural storm
an uncontrolled force 
The greatest mystery of humanity

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Death is a flaming blacksmith’s forge
It hammers and twists and shreds the heart until the only thing left is an iron-clad, rock hard stone of misery.

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Death is an essential element in life
Sad and miserable as it may seem
It is not the only force we take for granted

Death is the pathfinder on the road of life 
Paving the way for centuries to come

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Death is a spider’s web
A trap for fools, or the invisible end to life most know it to be, or maybe even the spider itself 
Prancing over to bleed your life out with its venomous bite.

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Death is a medieval fighting dagger.
A quick stab in the heart, 
a painful slit in the throat,
messy and bloody, 
or simply a bruise that never healed.