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Eve of Death

    In the sunset of the evening,
     Ever onward toward the shadows,
     As the night's descending blanket
        On her world in darkness falls,
        Goes Crissy, the young, the lovely-
      Unto her the Master calls.
          Through the valley she is struggling,
           Clothed in clouds of crippling pain,
           She will reach that Great Dimension
           And let fall her robe of sorrow
           As she passes life's last barrier,
           On into God's Own Tomorrow.
          We must weep, we cannot see
           The splendor of eternity.

                    by Alexandria Copywrited @ 1999