What Dies. What Lives.

Death is a funny thing, well not really. You can die many ways. Through murder or fate. How do you want to die? I feel as if I am dead, or just dying. This world is evil, we are evil. Not all of us are that bad, but most of us are evil pigs. I know that that death is good, we get to go to heaven, but some of us don't. We have to believe in what is right, and even though I know it, I don't know if you do, but please do. Death isn't so bad, I guess. To me at least.
Life is good, life is great. We get to see all on our earth. The beautiful peacock or delicate rose. The majestic eagle or the mighty blue whale. But this gift is also a curse. We see the death of another being, the heads of small of large, deadly or gentle creatures lined on the walls for no meaning.
So now you know what I believe, and I want you never to forget it.