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The Death/The Purpose of Death

*Cry, wail, lament, and mourn The love you shared, and the fact You will never see your Lover, Soul-mate, Dearest friend again. But rejoice, celebrate, and be joyous, That their soul has left The weak, sick, form they once inhabited. They suffered and were in pain. They cried out to be put out of their miseries But held a strong face. They watched the sympathetic faces of the blurring crowd; But one stood out among the rest. The true visage of their love And the sorrow that clouded their eyes. That sorrowful love made the pain Better and Worse. In those last moments of life they want That person beside them, That last look, That last "I love you," And that last image in their eyes, Burned into their mind is You. To them that is the best. most wonderful sight In the world. In that moment they know They have not died in vain. While you cry after they pass, They rejoice with the knowledge of seeing You, one last time and that you are living on. So be sad for today, But remember they left you to live And be happy. So cry for today, BUT Awaken tomorrow with a new purpose, The purpose of living for your love.* The purpose of Death.
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claire-cass
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Feb 24, 2012
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