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Death

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Death is the anchor, by which our sins are tied
It is the executor of our foolish pride
It is only by realization of our mortal senses
We stop bickering with walls, fighting with fences
This failing flesh is but on loan with no guarantee
That our moment is over, for a moment are we
We believe we can reach to the glory of everlasting above
If only we renounce our guilt and hate, and profess only love
But who is willing to shed comfortable armor
To stand naked before the eyes of the world to see?
Who is willing to parade as emperor?
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Dr Antony Theodore 16 May 2019
Take away the magnifying glass, we are but so small For the greatest gift we can give to ourselves, is to keep perspective Everything has worth, there is nothing in existence that is rejected. very nice poem. tony
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Howard Savage 20 September 2016
Great poem with a strong and profound sense of emotions. Reality driven.
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