December 7, 2009
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Room Where Death has none.
There was no room there to hold anything against one another

One’s enemy is always someone else’s dead brother

To have held in life’s hands was meant to have passed it on to those of death,

For in the end death discriminates against no one as he waits for their final bated breath.

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