The world's final hour

by stephen   Jan 28, 2007


Death

Death is such a silly concept. When you die there is no mourning period and definately no time for sadness. Arrangements are made and you are lowered in the ground like any other swine. In death, you have no accomplishments, no grand acheivements, and no plaque commemorating you. Its the end, of you, of your legacy, of everything. When i die, i hope the world soon forgets and mutters two simple words, "good riddance". If i can even get the world to mutter that phrase, my life won't have been a waste. I hope when you die that all things that have come to be allow the world and all its occupants to whisper words of regret instead of scorn.

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