Eoin Brennan

The Great Game - Poem by Eoin Brennan

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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  • (7/31/2006 1:25:00 AM)

    gorgeous poem darling, I loved it (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, July 30, 2010

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