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Life will live.
Death will die.
The blood shall flow until his body is dry.
He fought to the end though he would die.
Now on the hill under the tree.
He watches as his lifeblood spills,
down to the creek and into the sea.
Now the angels wait for thee.
Death will die.
The blood shall flow until his body is dry.
He fought to the end though he would die.
Now on the hill under the tree.
He watches as his lifeblood spills,
down to the creek and into the sea.
Now the angels wait for thee.
this was a poem that came to me yesterday as I contemplated myself. It means a lot to me ^_^ please feel free to give any feed back, it'll help me improve at the one type of art i'm at least somewhat good at.
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