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(To Daniel Machon)
Whispers "Death", the night
The echo of the hours fall
Spreads like stain, and for a beat
The people are united
In distant grief
A youth has gone this night
His Soul, this plain, has faded
We pray there be another
Higher realm of life
A resting place of Soul
We call him there
Whispers "Life", the night
Events produce a ripple, hope
Harsh truth has worked, reminder
To live life full, and so we cope
Philosophise and shed an annual tear
The site of crash still echoes though
The hour of fall, the Soul's departure
And forever be the whisper
"Death"
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The answer to EVERYTHING!!!:- The Cycle.
Spread the word man!
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Today Is Judgement
