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Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.
Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.
A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.
A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, read more
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught read more
In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality?
MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
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MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
The news farflung.
Thy will be done
beats the drum.
The hour of grief.
The darkened sun.
Thy will be done
rolls the drum.
The sound of shot.
The grave begun.
Thy will be done
mourns the drum.
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by N Marshall Bertsch
(N Marshall Bertsch is a Republican who was profoundly
griefstricken by the assassination of John F Kennedy).
He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.
He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
