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Birth And Death

Now, Birth and Death are both the same,
What once we were, we then became,
The unborn stay inside the womb,
While we are buried in the tomb.

Though dead and gone, we soon spring forth,
While some head 'South', some others 'North',
This thing called Death is just a screen,
And for a time we're caught between.

For Death is just an attitude,
But this one thing we can conclude,
As unborn babes are given birth,
Once we are dead, we leave this Earth.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul