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Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.
Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.
A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on an installment plan.
A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on an installment plan.
There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible. I cannot force you read more
There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible. I cannot force you to believe in God. Believing in God amounts to coming to terms with death. When you have accepted death, the problem of God will be solved--and not the reverse.
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?.
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?.
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).
You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.
You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
If there is a God, man's immortality is certain. If not, Immortality would not be worth having.
If there is a God, man's immortality is certain. If not, Immortality would not be worth having.
Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my read more
Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my eyes the small tears of his wax.
