Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...

MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
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MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
The news farflung.
Thy will be done
beats the drum.
The hour of grief.
The darkened sun.
Thy will be done
rolls the drum.
The sound of shot.
The grave begun.
Thy will be done
mourns the drum.
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by N Marshall Bertsch
(N Marshall Bertsch is a Republican who was profoundly
griefstricken by the assassination of John F Kennedy).

Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.

Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.

I want to die in my sleep like my friend.... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.

I want to die in my sleep like my friend.... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.

There are three kinds of death in this world. There's heart death, there's brain death, and there's being off the read more

There are three kinds of death in this world. There's heart death, there's brain death, and there's being off the network.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you read more

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're smiling and everyone around you is crying.

There is a dignity in dying that doctors should not dare to deny.

There is a dignity in dying that doctors should not dare to deny.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
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A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of morning mist
separates turquoise waters
from blue sky
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal.