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    Death

    I wonder what this world thinks when it looks at me
    Do you people understand whats inside this shell you see
    This outward apperance the front that I always display
    My thoughts are of war and the evil spirits left to play
    I dont feel sorry for this worlds misfortune and sorrow
    These poor souls lost running endless with no time to borrow
    Simple joy fills my heart to see the banker broken and defeated
    Never slowed down took time to enjoy the money he accumulated
    Keep pushing never stop working dont pause to take a breath
    As I pass with no emotion just follow me for I am death

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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