Can we say life's a scam?
And living it as investing in a ponzi scheme?
You're robbed off your loved ones by the frailing hands of death unguardedly and in least expectancy.
A seed is planted, it germinates
A seedling sprungs up, out of it blossoms a flower
And it's petals brightens up the garden.
But as to how it grows and withers depends on the creator.
We Live to Leave
We Live to Wither
We Live to Die
Death is inevitable but as to the manner, timing and occurrence keeps breaking hearts.
May the souls of the departed find peace.
And the grieving mortals find Consolations.