The Great Game Poem by Eoin Brennan
The Great Game
Life is the race to kill yourself
before anyone else can.
Death is shadowed permenance
the stagnancy of mind, of man.
Life is the mad struggle to
be free, be one step closer.
Death is safety in eternity
slow soft sensation forever.
Life is that which ends in death.
Death is that which never ends.
Life is he who fights the fight!
Death is he who fails and bends!
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4/25/2024 4:26:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
gorgeous poem darling, I loved it