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What is death within the matrix of life?

Is it an angry god?

Is it a devil?

Or is it certainty within the realm of the possible?

Death, the foil that makes the

ordinary extraordinary.

That great reliever of the common place.

When death enters all is made new again.

What little we know suddenly slips into the infinite.

Pain is it's ever present reminder.

The clarion call heralding the presence of the deity.

Quick look over your shoulder it is there.

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