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Death's Grasp

Seconds before release tears shed down peoples heads the grief of the world falls upon their shoulders distant memories brought forth by the shock as if the tidal waves bring pain forth from old joy As the reaper knocks upon the door so near a sudden darkness grabs hold as a flood of tears stains the memory of now im not here to say its all going to be alright im not here to say that i understand what you all go through rather to say that im here if you wish to have a shoulder to cry upon The seconds before death are filled with despair and fear of the knowing there is no more memories to be builr the creation of our own fortresses to be torn down smiles are vanquished as fast as the happiness once felt The love is so close as it encloses people to see that their with them in all they do the flowers bloom on both sides of the fence stating that you may live in honor with them in mind or you can dig your own grave by the corpse's side live in the love that will never vanish pass on the peace of mind that you will remember them before the seconds of how they died Some speak of oasis after life or a cloud of happiness if so im sure they are having their time of peace and release times may be hard as shock is new but remember the ones you have physically and the ones who will always be with you spiritually and mentally love and honor the ones gone by living life and smiling as you know their peace is to come as they sink into oasis after release those tears shed are all good and fair but smile because the one that is believed not to be there is watching from afar Live with the love of that who you did and do as release comes to peace for all those believe that of truth's smile

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