Lurking in the shadows
Too afraid of the light
Waiting for our cry
Watching all the world
Coming for us one by one
Taking from us our greatest prize
Young and old
Rich and poor
None exempt from it's call
For always it claims it's prey
Something to be feared?
Or a freedom from our chains
Only when it comes
Will we know the answers to our lives
This is deaths eternal charge.
Sunday, June 24
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