So here, I feature a wonderful piece by @genoidgy (instagram). With my additions In red. Hope you enjoy this... It's been a while but I'm back for ya baby to kill the boredom and take you to a writing adventure. See ya.
What are those wonders?
That make us as little children
Staring, mystified
DEATH
He comes to all
How he comes, and from whence no one knows,
With a stench or a scar left behind he goes,
On to the next he moves Without stopping even for a second to look back at his rubbles.
But we know he comes to all;
At the twinkling of an eye,
breath is gone,
All is dust and ashes.
The end is near
The end is a journey,
The end has begun,
Once it is undertaken,
All hope and aspirations end.
Family seems to disappear,
A lifetime vanishes to a distant nebula...
But there is a hope
A life that brings new close
A hope of a life untold
A life greater than death itself
A life that is eternal
A life that brings man's desires on hold
A life of God

Comments
It thinks it steals our joy away, unknowly that it's pave way to a life without end and more glamorous in christ.
I can't say it's wicked, cos those in this new life sees the sunrise