iN MY HEAD: Bitter Truth

Oh, lovely death

We live in a world that treats the dead better than the living. The world where your absence is cherished. How sad, people start listening to you once you’re gone!

Heroes exists, but it often takes death for them to become known. Living legends exists, but are not truly legends to everyone. How insatiable we are, with the choice of heroes.

A good man’s death reminds the world how good he really was, even the wicked ones receive pity.

Death how scary you must be to command such attention and respect.

It makes me wonder, is it true that we don't fear God, but rather fear death and what may come after?