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Scared To Death Of

These things are passing temporary in their afflictions of to be dealt with in problematical or carried a brick of sacks slung this weight upon the back to weigh a feathers heart against solutions search These things are transient present in busy most ephemeral knots such worries jury-rigged encumbering to calculate a livings worth so scared to death of it is said of life And who by falsehood represents itself in screaming rants devise claims of despicable caesura to toss and turn upon the fortunes wheels then scurry to dispassionate rat holes of self preservation Temporarily in their own affliction the frightened cohorts of their own desperation gnaw at the bone of life in dire consequence to play host to their unnameable terror of the scullions death to be there and so to be scared to death of death And yet, but of life, have no message to impart naught but fitting to a whimper and utter some vague hope in feeble attempt of gratuitously taken breath to the tombstones cold have so departed Sacrament, acquisitive, accomplished and accounted the scratching chalkboard experience in dusts wiped confounded or of some worth to be measured by was this life or in truth so very scared to death of death These things are passing so temporal with their afflictions problematic to be balanced on the shoulders of their solutions gnawing on the bone of life to weigh a feathers heart against

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