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Dead Man Walking

A reminder of our own mortality

By π•½π–”π–žπ–†π–‘ π•Ώπ–Žπ–Œπ–Šπ–— Published 6 months ago β€’ 1 min read
Dead Man Walking
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Dead man walking, down the halls he goes

A solemn march towards his final throes

His time has come, his fate is sealed

The end of life, now revealed

No more hope, no more dreams

Just a shell, it seems

A soul departed, a body left behind

A life extinguished, an empty mind

Yet, still he walks, with measured pace

Towards his destiny, without a trace

Of fear or doubt, just acceptance true

Of what awaits, when life is through

Dead man walking, a sight to see

A reminder of our own mortality

And though we mourn, for what is lost

We know that death will have its cost

So let us live, and make the most

Of every moment, from coast to coast

For one day soon, we too shall be

A dead man walking, eternally.

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