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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Death, where is your sting?

Is it normal that my bones don't chill? 

Is it normal that I feel endless?

With no end in sight a man does not fear something as menial as death.

Something so insignificant and finite.

So small it becomes humorous. 

For a man that has died twice Death is no threat. 

No menace to fear...

No peril that forebodes...

No end I see in sight.

I look far into the ocean of time. 

squinting my human eyes to see.

I see a beggining

I see a middle 

But I see no end...

So  I say to you oh bringer of death

Where is your sting?

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