My End

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All those past have tasted death 
An inevitable foe reaching unfurled, 
touching the known length and breadth
Spreading its silencing cold thru the world 
It’s not if you meet, but when and how 
But always too soon when it is now 
A greeting never welcome 
One I cant escape with my integrity
but must with honor to it succumb 
And in life, in death, stand by my family 
In the cruel hand of this enemy 
I feel its mortal grasp invade me 
May it be for the vict’ry 
It seals for those my love know
A stronger force than any foe

Naokatsu Matsuda of The Kept Valley from the book "Love is the Chain"

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