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"Death is no fearsome mystery.
He is well known to thee and me.
He hath no secrets he can keep
To trouble any good man's sleep.
Turn not thy face from Death away.
Care not he takes thy breath away.
Fear him not, he's not thy master,
Rushing at thee faster, faster.
Not thy master but servant to
The Maker of thee, what or Who
Created Death, created thee,
And is the only Mystery."
- by kat_luvs_u |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/15/2009 |
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- Title: "The Root of All Mystery"
- Artist: kat_luvs_u
- Description: I DO NOT claim this work as my own. It is a poem by my absolute favorite writer of all time, Dean Koontz. I am in possession of "The Book of Counted Sorrows" and this is perhaps my favorite poem in the entire book. Enjoy!
- Date: 03/15/2009
- Tags: root mystery
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