Pangs got me reeling
Cries keening like bells pealing
Reckoning with the feeling
That it’s all ending
Too much spending
Overdrawing the account of lives and blood
Breath and wings
And soft dying things
Blood let out
Without a shout
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Why are we waiting for death (exasperating, anxiously horrifying, gripping and stunting, stealing and snuffing [out]).
Death I don’t want to wait for you
I’d rather meet you, head on
Face to face
And die
I’d rather kill you
Than watch my sons die
My brothers bleed out
My father wheeze away
Oh death, your sting permeates
Oh grave, you’re winning.
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“And you will hear of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not alarmed, for this must take place, but the end is not yet. For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and there will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are but the beginning of the birth pains.”
Matthew 24:6-8
