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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “In the cold embrace of death, we come to realize the fragility of human existence.” Unknown ************************************************************** The Cold Embrace of Death With my whole spine aching with pains I languish in the gloom of night, Yearning to be freed from the chains Of the body holding me tight; My soul screams for liberation From the bondage of human life For my journey`s termination, With my days turned to a stiff strife. Fate has dealt me some severe blows Leaving me a storm-stricken soul In the depth of the freezing snow Offering myself as a toll. I have played my part on the stage I`ve laid my bricks to shape the world I`ve set my name on annals` page And the curtain is close to curl; I have gazed at nature`s beauty I have cherished spring`s flowers bloom I have performed all my duty I have stared at stars and the moon; I`ve wandered alone in the plains I`ve walked in the wild wilderness I have shouted for help in vain I`ve met waves of wickedness; I have viewed the world`s delusion I have sighted friends` callousness I have perceived life`s illusion I have witnessed man`s awfulness; I`ve sighted sands of time slide by I`ve beheld darkness shrouding me I`ve seen souls soaring to the sky I`ve sailed in squally stormy seas, I have surveyed hills laid with thorns I have glimpsed trees of my life bend I have endured many a storm My journey is close to its end. The cold embrace of death for me Doesn`t inspire any glimpse of fear, But for me is an ardent plea That I yearn and is to me dear.
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