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Death
Contributed by
Rhea
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Friday, 16th July 2004 @ 04:26:05 PM in AEST
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Death sounds bitter and cold,
It's one of those words that's so bold.
But what it is like, I am so curious,
Although it is one of those things that is so serious.
I am so eager to see God's face,
So come on death and pick up the pace.
There is no purpose for me here,
Unlike everyone else, life is my only fear.
So come and take me away,
With out anything else to say.
I have no where else to be,
Already? God's face I see!
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Rhea
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2004-07-16 16:26:05]
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Re: Death
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by buccaneer on
Friday, 16th July 2004 @ 05:05:56 PM AEST
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i am sorry if you will not like my comment but i have to say this two things.
1.-the gratest tragedy in life is not death but life that fails to fulfil it's purpose and potential.
2.-if what you did yesterday still looks big to you then youhaven't done anything today.
pls life is too precious to lose though i understand what you are trying to say but don't let nagative thought take over a sence of judgement you never know when what you feel might come to life.
i must admit this is a good poem.... |
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