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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 thus are we dead while alive are we thus.
- Title: With Death We Stride
- Artist: muniarc
- Description: Even more dark poetry. Comment if you like it, and read the rest of my writing. Thanks!
- Date: 06/16/2009
- Tags: with death stride
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Comments (2 Comments)
- muniarc - 06/16/2009
- Well screw that you have no taste in poetry. I know I contradict myself, I do that on purpose. And I do know what I'm saying in the last line. I'm saying that life is just a mask for death, as we are just going to die anyway. And I don't think it's dark, other people (ones with BRAINS) say it is, and I just guess that they are right.
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- Meth Related Nightmare - 06/16/2009
- That was pretty bad, in my opinion. It made a little sense, I guess. At least you kind of kept a form, although it seemed kind of choppy. Last line = you have no idea what you're talking about. Also, you contradict yourself. You sure are dark, man... *rolls eyes*
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