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Death is not morbid here
The dead stand tall among the living
Severed limbs lie unswept across the forest floors
Releasing so sweet a smell unknown
to human morgues
Death is not fatal here
Life springs from crumbled coffms
Emerging ten-fold larger than before
And the living dwell so freely
in death' s unquiet corridor
Kristine Holland
In the Middle of the Night
A cry from the wind
Made them cower in the shadows
Chills made their way up and down their spines
For this was the end
The power struggle was Over
Everyone had lost,
It was dark as night
But daylight would never come
For this was it - this was the end
Man had made his final move
The next war would be fought
With sticks and stones
God could only foresee this terrible fate
Where was reason, ignorance and hate.
Lisa Bandel
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