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    On Jul 22, 2014 Moe Miller wrote:

     When death comes like a starving wolf pouncing on a helpless lamb,

    I am the meat, but He is the blood, and death does not own me, for I am the slave of another Man.


    When death comes like the jailer with the keys to the door,

    I step into the brightness, neither to wonder or wander anymore.


    And I look back to see time was but a map, showing the paths to narcissism and the paths to love,

    stairs to the loneliness below, and stairs to the friendship above.


    And each name a delight in my mouth, each friend my sumptuous meal,

    rendering me nourished, satisfied, whole, and real.


    When all is said and done, I am just a domino in a long line,

    and on queue, I fall tipping another, for no one can simply visit time.

             -Moe Miller

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