walking along a dark narrow street,
Two men wobbled along on their feet
faced with a world of illusion,
Warped images,
Warped minds.
As they paused for a brief second
demons cackled,
scared and alone the men walked again
Dying for the last time,
Crying pain.
No-one was to hear their cries,
No-one was to hold them when they died,
Death is welcomed with a smiling face
as they held each other, alone and afraid
Death comes then leaves!
Walking along a dark narrow street
Death smiles!
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The dark and narrow street, where death did smile,
changed further onward, . . about another mile,
into a heavenly world of wonder, a place to finally rest,
for two friends passing, life's never-ending test.
Walking along on a dark and narrow street,
together, not alone, . . .along.
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