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Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of read more
Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of nobility.
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope read more
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
The cost of living is dying, everybody pays.
The cost of living is dying, everybody pays.
Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.
Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.
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).
Anything I've ever done that ultimately was worthwhile... initially scared me to death.
Anything I've ever done that ultimately was worthwhile... initially scared me to death.
Death is the broom I take in my hands to sweep the world clean.
Death is the broom I take in my hands to sweep the world clean.
Evil be to him who evil thinks.
Evil be to him who evil thinks.
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his read more
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?.