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#20 in an year of mornings

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Birth, death and everything in between

Birth, and death, Death, and birth, Are either two ends of a line, Or, two points in a never-ending circle. Now way to know, to be sure. After all none have come back, From the great end. What lies in between, Is the great green expanse. Life. The one thing,

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They killed some more men today

They killed some more men today, At a place where men kneel, To gods, looking down at men. They killed some more men today, With a gun, a bomb, and a knife, There was a man, a woman, and a child. They killed some more men today, They said it