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the end of life
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the end of life |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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There's something about the powder smoke- Drifting on the air. The sweeter smell of fresh shed blood- The stink of flesh and hair... The silence broken by the cries- Of men at point of death... Mixed together seem to form The Reaper's fetid breath. Death, the final enemy? Or, Death, familiar friend? It matters not your point of view- For Death is still the end. The end? So I've been told by some- I somehow doubt that's true. I fear there waits a reckoning- For men like me and you. I somehow doubt it wipes the slate- With crime and sin so rife, But come what may, it seems that Death... Is still the end of life. |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Unavoidable truth as discomforting as it is. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This makes me want to rethink the old west..  Kathleen |
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