With death we stride, yes, hand in hand life just a mask for a passage last a parade without dancers, a parade without a band just a shadow shed by memories past.
The survival one is death for another its a dog eat dog world, but oh so much worse 'cause we don't know who we eat, it could be our mother or father, or friend, just a mystery course.
So cry we may, and cry we do but our loss of life is there with us yes, death is with us through and through so we are dead while alive are we thus.
muniarc · Tue Jun 16, 2009 @ 04:25am · 0 Comments |