Winter NightCold and bleakThe bitterness reaches your skinIt seeps into your bonesMaking you shiverFlecks of whiteThey cover the groundWind whips at your faceA feeling of never-ending chillDon't close your eyesYou might be lulled to sleepLost in the snow foreverNothing could disturb your restKeep trudging onBut watch your stepOops...Your foot just broke the ice
DeathThere is no tranquility in DeathIt drags on for eternityWith no hope for escapeNo longer do you have freedomNever again will you feel sunshine on your faceDeath is darkDeath is cruelA spiral of nothingness,of emptinessNo one comes backIt is foreverFull of never ending painPain of loss and sufferingCherish your lifeLive it with passionBecause eventually, we all float down here
MoThePro's Ironic Death She walks along the hall. Portraits of her idols hang on the wall, their faces framed in gold. Her short legs moving with purpose. She is Mo, newly recognized savior and God. A rally is being held today. Her followers have gathered in awe. Her new ways will save the world, for she is omnipotent. Mo has proclaimed to be immortal, her rule shall unite the planet. Humans are now Moronians. Clouds roll in. awaiting Mos approach. The sky darkens as if swelling with her power. She makes it to the podium at last."My lowly subjects," Mo begins, "We must'"CRACK!A flash of lightning shoots down, striking her in the chest. A few gurgles escape before her charred body falls to the ground.