Sunday, May 19, 2013

My Old Friend



My Old Friend

I'm not afraid of death.  I test death every moment I can. I used to be afraid of dying. I'm not anymore. I saw her lying there. Dead. The word "death" doesn't burn my lips. Not like it burns yours. After he took her I will test him. You won this battle, but you won't win the next one other the one after that. That's why I refuse to die. I will not let you consume me. When I am old, wrinkly and gray, I still won't die. I will live after I die.

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