i leave you with a poem, and a song. not sure which came first.  > won't you spare me over til another year > well what is this that i can't see > with ice cold hands takin' hold of me > well i am death, none can excel i'll open the door to heaven or hell > whoa, death someone would pray > could you wait to call me another day > the children prayed, the preacher preached > time and mercy is out of your reach > i'll fix your feet til you cant walk > i'll lock your jaw til you cant talk > i'll close your eyes so you can't see > this very hour, come and go with me > i'm death i come to take the soul > leave the body and leave it cold > to draw up the flesh off of the frame > dirt and worm both have a claim > o, death > o, death won't you spare me over for another year. i hope this war ends. all the talk of geopolitics or glamor or glory are illusions. they're nothing. war is death and death is hell. be safe out there. you only get one life.
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