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Eyes of a dead man
I gazed into the eyes of a man.
They were deep and dark—
an empty, frozen place.
There was no fear, no hate.
As i glanced into the eyes of that man;
they were as empty
as the cold night sky.
His freedom had drained long ago.
Today, I looked into the eyes of a dead man
and saw that immortality may not be just a dream.
Death is nothing more than an end of one journey and the start of another—
