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Fear of Death Jacob Kruger Death is a hunter that comes for us all, We can fight but eventually we will all fall. For nobody in the end has ever beaten death, Everyone will eventually take their last breath. Death stalks the halls of the castle at night, It takes us all even when we fight. The loss of a loved one is hard to bear, For our hearts will always care. But in these hard times you are never alone, We have all faced it, the pain cuts to the bone. But one day it will fade into pain like a bruise, The pain for someone who you loved and will lose. Anchor will always hold our heart, His loss will pull until it's broken apart. But loving another makes us partially whole, Until they leave us too and it shatters a new hole. Our hearts are like wood, it's hard to break, But love is fire it can make the oldest wood quake. Until even the strongest heart will fall, This pain has reached us one and all. The pain of loss is always here, Death stalks the halls and makes you fear. Until waking up is such a chore, The fear of loss that cuts to the core.
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