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Life is a gift, more valuable then gold or silver

Because our life is so fragile, it is as thin as a sliver

So thin, a breath can break it in two.

Yet so many don’t see, how many die, not to few.

We walk in shadows of grey

For dark black and pure white is not so pure or dark but frayed.

Do we live for granted, in light?

Would it be a wonderful sight?

Or is it a darkened fowl night?

A horrid, twisted and demented night full of fright?

Should we fight it?

Did we not cause this? This IT?

This pain, sorrow, and torment.

This aging, suffering, this concealment

This cloak over our eyes. Hiding our truth?

This fake night, this horror of sight.

This never ending horror,

This thing we call life.