The Cost
Death seeks in us all, but why does ones life seek death for us all.
It lives still lurking as hate devours each and everyone who is defeated.
We want peace, integrity, hope, love to spread at any cost. When the cost is death of another man's grief when the only thing is peace is what we want when it falls in the hands of deceit. So if the color of another man or a women is an distraction set your self up to love the of ones difference because thou may never know where they will carry you.
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