I took a walk around the bend,

it took me to a craggy end,

the more I looked to seek,

the less there were to meet,

then some day came to a close,

my body old and weak in pose,

I struggled for that final breath,

and there he was that cold hand, death.

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Soon I knew I had been wrong,

when I saw how weak they were, the strong,

screaming and crying for more life,

for this was much much more than strife,

all the pains were of no matter,

because here the world was just a spatter.

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I should have taken head,

picked up that book and heard its read,

my seeking should have been more true,

for here are many and his are few,

now I suffer and have only sorrow,

the world was day to day a borrow.

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Death here my friend is forevermore,

bones are crushed and flesh is torn,

gnashing of the morbid kind,

for him I call but will never find,

darkness eats my very soul,

and my eyes are burnt as hot as coal,

this agony begs for you to look,

find the truth within that book!

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