Death is the anchor, by which our sins are tied
It is the executor of our foolish pride
It is only by realization of our mortal senses
We stop bickering with walls, fighting with fences
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Great poem with a strong and profound sense of emotions. Reality driven.
Take away the magnifying glass, we are but so small For the greatest gift we can give to ourselves, is to keep perspective Everything has worth, there is nothing in existence that is rejected. very nice poem. tony