Monday, 11 December 2006
07:47:57 PM (GMT)
Death is the thing that binds us so.
It is what we all have in common.
IT is one thing we share in this inhumane world.
For we will al experience death.
Death makes the toughest of men
Tremble in their boxers.
Death makes the scariest of women,
run away from it all.
Death can take you visiously.
Death knows no boundries.
Death will come for you when it is time.
Death will kill you at any rate or
for any reason.
Death has a deistinct design.
not at all like final destionation.
Death makes you quiver.
Death makes you quake.
Death makes you fear it.
Without even effecting the state.
Death; you know it's there.
Death; you know when it's time.
Death; you know it can hurt.
Death; you know it's coming.
Death is coming for you.
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