Ode to the Broad

The shadow of death
Creeps like hot barbaric breath

Leaning on your shoulder
Pain is in the eye of the beholder

Death is not something you choose
But a greater being gives, and may be amused

As to the beliefs of humans on creation
Truth is always held to suspension

Not to always look at your destination
Rather your footsteps towards truth of all creation

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