Death is a dark knife that cuts the light through the window. A black car in the night. A burning cigarette bursting on the highway. A fire going out. A gypsy with whiskey breath shaking a black tambourine.
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Black Tambourine Rebuttal by NM Lipstadt
Death is a lit light, sundering the slowing, defeating the resistance, accepting with gratitude the surrendering of labored breathing, tallying as complete the summation of all the trials of errors these accumulations, accompanied fittingly, by an 1812 overture music spectacular, with fireworks and cannons pronouncing victory, at long last!
a V-D Day, over the onerous blackness of too many soleless nights, instead it offers a comforter of Where Shelter? Here!
in our starry be-Knighted, our jointed crowning neath tapestry blanket of transport to our immortality sheltering.
do not doubt its peculiar nourishing is bountiful certainty