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Life breathes into all things, placing a part of her own soul into each living creature.

Death reaps that which Life gives.

They are familiar faces.
Where one ends another begins.

Death's curse is to take that which is dearest to Life And with each soul he reaps, he steals away Life's very own being.

Life has a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade...
He shall take her hand and lead her into his dark land...
Pulse nigh to pulse and breath to breath.

Life has a rendezvous with death.