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(Author: unknown)



All are doomed to burn

Love feeds the flames

Days of endless pain

And the smoke takes each in turn

All are doomed to rust

Time destroys our lives

Nights cut like knives

And the wind carries away the dust

All are doomed to love

All are doomed to die

Tonight bring the black tomb

For even the most high

Even those in this room

Cannot pretend to fly

And I know even you

Even I

Must die

I don't know who who wrote this poem... don't remember where I got it from or even how long I've had it in my book for... I do know that it always makes me fear death... something I usually don't spend a lot of time thinking about... The truth to it is plain... everyone goes someday.  No matter how much we love them or how much they love us at one moment or another you will be ripped from those you love... Try sleeping easy after that realisation...