What does death look like?

How does it feel?

Not a man here knows how,

Because death isn't real.

Our vision has been bloated.

By screens and the news.

That show information down our throats,

Just to gain more views.

So to understand how,

Or to understand why,

I partook an experiment,

To try figure out why.

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Away in a boat,

Away in a plane.

Millions of people,

Go flying away.

This question on their fingers,

This question on their minds,

The question that would haunt them,

Until the day that they died.

One million people,

One million lives,

All to ask the question,

All to understand why.

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It's the end of my studies,

and now it's time to conclude,

that this topic of death,

wasn't meant for me or you.

One day we will know,

we'll understand why.

But until that day ignorance,

Will remain at a high.

A repeat of this study,

would not prove a lot.

To be shelved until later,

Till the world has forgot.