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Title No Man Is An Island
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friends
Or of thine own were:
Any mans death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
By John Donne

Title Ode To Death
when you're born on this earth, inevitably you get burned in a hearth,
petals and ash, painting the sky, but in a dash, they will all die,
life will bloom like a flower growing up and guiding through,
then time will devour, leave a legacy left after all you do,
when the glass breaks, opened and sand flows out,
after death takes, we may scream out,
how could you do this to me,
looking back
at
what we had blew,
however what you dont see,
is that when a suns rises they also set,
eventually everyone dies, we all repay our debt,
dipping the pen in pitch black ink, doesnt matter when,
only that you think, ideas flow to paper all letters tapered,
here I write this ode to death, I will fight to my final breath,
but when all is said, and all is done, we all do not fight that long.
By Myself/Website Maker