Life without meaning cannot be borne. we find a mission to which we're sworn --or answer to Death's Dark horn. Without a gleaning purpose in life We have no vision. We live in strife --or let the blood fall on a Suicide knife
Reason for writing:
i picke this poem because its about death and i like daeth!
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