the dead sleep, inside earths crust,vicims of circumstance, catatonic waves captured  by existence,damed to a new beginnng heaven abound in truth? hell  access your  soul?taking golden rainbows, fading to shaded images of death.darkened vine hiding,twonce revealed,such darkness,over powers any light.pain is not random,mathmatically taught between supernatural wars,unseen to  living eyes.the reaper holds the keys to life and death..those in poverty,truth,sickness,and health,even weary travelers fall prey.like others before thee,i did not want to die,do you?well then carry out love,cherish time with loved ones,keep rappor  for the ullogy to be read.carry on  strong love for humanity,t,and things smaller than thee. reaper whispers, listening  for your name at roll call.heaven abound?hell access your soul?