I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.
He knows death to the bone - Man has created death.
Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.
Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.
To me all things are made of the conflict of two states of consciousness, beings or persons which die each other's life, live each other's death. That is true of life death themselves.
On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by.
Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul.
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