Final Exit 2

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    Final Exit 2

    In the sanctuary of tomorrow
    I lay
    Frozen
    To the light
    Beacking me on
    Looking down
    Surprise to see them there
    Standing over
    But they gone
    Then why do I seen them
    Not to recognize
    The features
    Their spirits hide
    Deny myself-truth
    Of situation before thee
    Vision focuses through the haze
    Wicked to the ways
    But facts I must face
    Reality is
    These are the ends of my days
    Must they be?
    Final exit for me.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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