Death is a Bird
... Death's own refugees. The light is dim, the darkness is bright, Pressing down on our eyes and stealing our sight. Stealing our voices, stealing our lives, Wiping away hope with that bloodied knife. Watching and waiting for our end to draw near, We hear a sound that makes us all shed tears. That beautiful sound, I'll never forget: Music to my ears as my life was washed away. A tunnel appeared...
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