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In the midst of life we are in death
February 7, 2007
When living we have need of Death
Throw me to the sky and let the clouds tear me up
The winter chill reminds those of us closer to our end than our beginning that maybe, just maybe, safety isn't the primary goal in a life that will certainly end in death.
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Sweet and Tender Hooligan
In a sinking ship, under tons of sand
Sing me songs of nights to come
Requiem Aeternam
Small Deaths Are The Saddest
I Ain't Got Time to Bleed
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