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May 2017
The fear of our grave
Resides in us all
But do not despair
At Death's pleasant call.

Man's deathly march
Is a binding crusade
So forge on with pride
Into Death's hallowed glade.

Almighty is he
Who lays there at rest
For he soldiered on
Through life's sacred quest.
Written by
Simon Olsson  26/M/Sweden
(26/M/Sweden)   
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