An old Classic

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An Old Classic,
Tenchi Akira

Time is short
Death is near
Never bleed, unless you’re giving up
Only die when you’ve allowed yourself to
Out, out, black candle

No man gives into death without a fight
No man accepts the darkness to reign over his eyes
Fight! Don’t accept the fate of death as your own

Time is short
Death is near

Out, out, dark candle

We are flesh and blood
The creature whose name remains to be Reaper
Is nothing but rusty bones

Rage, rage against the dieing of the light
Rage, rage against the dieing of your life
Out, Out white candle

Never bleed, unless you’re giving up
Only die when you’ve allowed yourself to

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duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
Rage in a good way

Mustering the life force ~ for one more battle.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
~~

There is that, the dangling ~

And then there is the dying {instead of dieing};

Unless it's not about life ending

And then this thing starts to really get nuts.

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