None & All

Harsher voices, troubled breath,

How futile life, how fearful Death.

Hidden not even from youth

The cruelties of our honest truth.

Taken quickly! Taken slowly.

Paths of glory, trails so lowly,

The One who can’t discriminate,

Not hatefulness in damning fate-

What’s to be will surely come,

And left eventually? No one.

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