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Pax Aug 28

Rage's Blight

The quickness of rage —
that murderous blight —
discards self-control
for counterfeit might.

Pax Aug 28

Death's Disguise

Death, whose guise is end to sorrow,
sells salvation 'til tomorrow.

Pax Aug 28

Death's Gate

I drown when I divert from love —
dragged into a crushing depth —
and lo, the way whereon I trod,
one whose gate is wide and broad,
does lead me unto certain death.

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