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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required So then Death what will you offer? Life what profit give to me? Profit? soul! you selfish scoffer Riches share you here to be? Glass of eye, seek your answer by the breath I give and share grip your wisdom pose and dance her questions me with sound of air? Death engage this vital storm will in silence thus behave? sting the tongue, you jagged thorn Lift your chalice from the grave! Laughter, oh , I love it so comedy by tears is much truth in secret, precious gold what men venture forth to touch Ask me fool, require my time beat your chest and pull your hair bring it forth, all that is mine give it me, that which I spare Death, my void of conscious will what sword of blood will you deploy be you brave or be you still? fainting weak, and then destroy? Yield! you son of memory release your shoulder from the weight ask the blade why do you bleed? inquire of providence your fate? Yield, I yield, my quite soul leave me to this thin despair there I find you death so old Life the youth that didn't care Predictable! you do agree? Life: surprise, I long to touch Death: to think he questioned me! man: I thought I knew so much Yield my soul! Spirt flee! Escape by holes of hollow sight! Where my master? I believe The flesh is shallow for it's height I do not care why question now escape the night, we haven't time but night is full, completely round without a star or spark or shine Life: I know they need so much frail the skin that holds the soul Death: I long the warm to touch let them sleep and never know
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