I
was walking through a gloomy and lonely street when suddenly I met him- face
to face. His name is death. Death was clothed in darkness and with large red eyes and fierce face,
he looked merciless. But this time he was friendly. He told me he was homeless
not hopeless. His hope is to see more killings and blood-lettings. I pleaded
with him to consider this permanent interest- but he was ever hardened. He will
not wish man to be saved. His greatest fear is to seeing more redeemed souls.
‘I’m
huge and strong and have no barrier to any home. At the final period you’ll see
me come to you. Must you then fear when you know the karmic law?’ After saying
this he… But there was a regrettably foul smell in the air.
Be
careful how you live your life MY FRIEND.
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