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Death's witnesses ...

Shocked into submission . Pushed over the edge . Banged head against internal walls .  Blue in the face . Shocked by another's interpretation . Pushed back a little into forien territory . Banging around walking in circles . Blue in the heart . Love without loss is not possible , for everyone goes to there grave's . Awoken the soul , lifted up on guyforks a fitting satire for a person who deserved to go out with a bang . Shocked all the crowd and fans and family . Pushed by a competitor into the baricades . Banged up beyond recogision . Code blue . We are death's witnesses we stand trail . We are death's onlookers we can only observe the graceful torments of a life ended to quickly . We are all extremely blue without you . 

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