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Apr 2014
If he ever once asked his people
what it is they wish to believe in
the answers may surprise him.
Maybe they would wish for an absolution in death...
Why are humans so fascinated with death?
We fear it, we crave it, we provide it,
yet we can never experience it.
We can only become death.
Once we become death where is our life?
Death is the gift of life, its never an end.
Only a new beginning.
Written by
Alessol  the moon
(the moon)   
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