Call of death
In thy flame the source of my life,
Thou art everywhere to seethe the play of witty canvas of life.
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Thou art beyond the sight and within, The voiceless call of thy bosom pointing to the end of uneasy, wintry bed. Death seems the redemption, the escape from the overstated Vanity of life. .......
The voiceless call of thy bosom pointing to the end of uneasy, wintry bed. Death seems the redemption, the escape from the overstated Vanity of life. .....
Thou art everywhere to seethe the play of witty canvas of life. Death seems the redemption, the escape from the overstated Vanity of life.... //.... To me, this is the most obvious resolve of those men and women who are living their lives as a burden or a punishment and want to get rid of it through whatever means available to them and death sounds easiest to them.
The Bell is knocking the wall of the aged temple of Thanatos for the light to fall and dismantle the shrine