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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).
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.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Alexander the Great
Alexander the Great Butcher
.. how much responsibility
does Aristotle his teacher have?
Alexander the Great
Alexander the Great Butcher
.. how much responsibility
does Aristotle his teacher have?
It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.
It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.
Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.
Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.
It's not that life is so short, it's just that you're dead for so long.
It's not that life is so short, it's just that you're dead for so long.
When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more
When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
If you don't know how to live, why wonder about death?.
If you don't know how to live, why wonder about death?.
