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All are doomed to burn
love feed the flames
days of endless pains
and the smoke takes each in turn.
All are doomed to rust
time destroys our lives
nights cut like knives
and the wind carries away the dust.
All are doomed to love
all are doomed to die
tonight bring the black tomb
for even the most high
even those in this room
cannot pretend to fly
and I know
even you
even I
must die.
By Christopher Pike
It's easy to find something to die for.
But do you have anything worth living for?
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