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Like the fire which burns so bright.
It wants more.
It screams for more coal.
Like death screams for more souls.
Like a barn once big and red.
But now old and grey.
All of life.
Has gone away.

Many things, have died and gone away.
Now it's time, for the reaper to come and play.
And all these things, once lived in death.
And like the death, they too are all that's left.

Leaving but an empty truck.
Useless and rusted.
Like that's trucks engine.
Life too has died.
An old sign giving hope to a thirsty traveler.
He beggs for life.
Like hell beggs for more souls.
So too does death.

Like rain pouring down over head.
Inside the clouds are safe.
A pair of shoes in someone's eyes.
They show significance.
Like life fighting death.
He can't quite win.
A laturn guiding the way.
It shows the soul peace.

A chair that's outlived its usefulness.
Abandoned and lonely.
It's tossed aside.
All these things lived in death.
And like death.
They too, are all that's left.