| Death Death; the horizon of every man's existance, Where the difference between here and eternity is maked by a narrow line, The threshold where physical and spiritual beings part, Turn, and walk in different directions; The end to which our souls forever strive: The place where we discard our mortal coils, And leave in our wake a wrinkled shell of dried up flesh. Death; one mystery whose secrets are forever kept; Whose joys or torments shall never be discribed by mortal flesh; And whose deliverence from such a life as this, Can only be perceived as a blessing. September 21st, 1976 | 
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