Death is a train...

Death is sadness, death is vain, 

death is painful, empty train.

Death comes at us at an increasing speed;

closes its distance whilst time exceed.

Death boards every soul whether young or old;

it reaches its destination when the bodies turn Cold.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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