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Looking Out from Death

Looking out from death you will always see

those whom all your you ought not to see.

One can always be buried somewhere at one ‘s leisure,

sniff around at one’s leisure, then bury oneself there

In a place that makes them hate.

They shovel dirt in your face.

You should thank them. And thank them again.

For your eyes will never again see your enemy.

Then from death will come,

When they are consumed by enmity, a scream

A scream as they sink deep into enmity

although you will never hear again:

Now that is the absolute scream of anguish!