Death is. . .

Death is evil,
It takes those we love.
It makes us feel sorrow,
Makes us feel hollow.

Death is good,
It takes away the pain.
It makes us feel happy,
Makes us feel whole.

Death is hard.
It causes us to hurt,
To cry tears of grief,
Or leak tears of blood.

Death is easy.
It let's us away from the world,
Eases the burdens we carry,
Frees us from hurt.

Death is necessary,
Death is beautiful.
Death is what we look forward to,
What brings us to an everlasting life.