85. And Death did come

And Death did come today. 

And Death may not bring with him the absence of pain.

And Death may not heed our cries, 
Nor look us in the eye,
But with a scythe so sharpened on the necks of the ones gone before
Remove us from the misery of life. 

And Death may come tomorrow,
No, he most certainly will. 

(In memory of Alan Rickman.)

©Brindology 2016

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