Go far, get drunk, get high, hit your wife, steal a car and go to jail.
Then you ask yourself what's the point.
That depends on your; faith, belief, religion
and what you think is your mission on this planet.
Is there a mission?
Is there a point ?
I've tried a religion, that helped.
I've tried living without a religion, that also helped.
But none of them really gave me any answers.
I long for the day that I die, when I finally may rest.
But to sink so low as to kill myself, that I would never do.
Then I'd rather stay on this planet to:
go far, get drunk, get high, hit my wife, steal a car and go to jail.
Who knows, maybe tomorrow my mission is over and I'm taken away from this
world.
Only time will tell.
Courage and patience is the key to everything.
Don't fear death.
Death only brings what your soul wants.
Peace.
http://home.sol.no/~ssaet/poetry/death.htm
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