“Cold Death!” By Providence Wright

Death! An inevitable occurrence;
Its arrival is like the dusk of the night,
Caring less about the achievements during the day.

Death! The cold winter in hot summer,
Freezing our warm hearts to ice,
Taking away our warmth,
Replacing it with painful coolness.

Death! Your appointment with Man is certain,
But you choose to barge in unexpectedly,
Why not wait for your time?
And leave Man to live.

Death! The world calls you by your name,
Non-existence.
Death! We call you rest,
Because man must rest after the day’s toil.

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