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When I Can Fight No Longer

The gale encircles a vacuous earth
And its old mundane cycles, for granted their worth
For each fleeting day surely yields to the night
In which all the moribund pray they may die

I had all the power and knowledge there was
I dwelled in a special facade in the sun
With the beauty of lilies, which wither away
And alas! I believe I shall join them today

And what have I done which prevails through time?
A legacy known is what all come to pine
Yet even the mem'ries of they who were brave
Cannot rescind time or uncover the grave

So when my sepulcher sequesters my face
I pray I shall meet He of unsurpassed grace
Though I'll never know if I've wasted my breath
I certainly know faith shall conquer my death
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“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.” ― Frida Kahlo more…

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