'Death is no bride'

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Death is no bride
For today its yours,
come tomorrow mine
Its all a desert of broken dreams
With only shattered glass,
to prove the essence of life
Seizing the day is so big a game
For today is mine but morrow unseen
Mysterious steps or inflated myth
Know not a man
For none has yet seen.

Unknown they fear, 
and pray to its might
As no eyes has seen, 
nor heard of its roar
For they believe it walks
on all doors there is
With a spring in its step
To decide on thy fate.






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