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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bitter dregs of life's elixir just enough sweet to bury the bitter small tastes of what is fine to keep us going within our time Love is not a convenient thing when it disappears the heart does sting though full does it make everything when gone sorrow and weeping ashes to ashes, dust to dust though bowed low in you I'll trust you have torn away my shield naked before you within your field Oh cherished muse hear my cry through falls of tears did loved one die swayed and shaken by what I feel hills and valleys and waves I reel accursed is the lot of man death destroys the golden strand no resistance even strong here land the mouth of grave does ever expand Though I cherish knowledge of the future currant cuts and pain beneath the suture the loss and grief of present time can make a woman lose her mind All mankind of this chalice drink It's liquid swallowed on the brink ingested fluid in each man's hour against it's draft has no man power Imprisoned in death are family and friends and some few have met kinder ends into tombs and crypt and grave descends and upon it's bed many confess their sins Even those having been reborn will face the coming of it's storm our souls descended of this family tree and you oh Jah will hold our memory Into the dust our lives return await the future for which we yearn and sink we do into the maw of death till times resurrection Son returns our breath Every nation the memorial tombs do field in it's demise our truths do yield and to it's rest are all paths sealed even those who to the truth have kneeled Gen 3:19 Ecc. 9:4-6 Dan 12:2 Rev 20:12-13 Prov. 27:20 Is 28:15-18 Rev 1:18 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller Via Duboff Law Group LLC
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