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where death stalks

There is no heroic glory in death, only death itself. Those who would mistakenly associate glory with dying, regardless of the cause, and who live their lives towards such a goal are in the most part walking around with their heads up their own ass.

That is not to say there there are no heroic deeds and no heroes or heroines. There are, of course, those who give their lives in the effort of helping others.

Yet it must be asked if such actions of bravery are determined and deliberate actions. No-one in their right mind, it might be said, would deliberately sacrifice their own life. Rather, there is a certain element of gamble involved, and perhaps too an acknowledgement of the dangers.

All of us are tasked with one eventually in life, that of our death. Despite its all pervading presence, many of us are simply too busy with the process of living to stop and give much thought to the reality of death.

The ancient Sanskrit religions focused on the task of preparing the living soul for the eventuality of death in far more explicit terms and disciplines than their modern day counterpart Christianity-based religions. Perhaps as well as looking forward, we really do need to look back too.

HORNUCOPIA ?
The Extended Luimneach Version
By
Jangle Laureate

Changes there must be
I’m sure you’ll agree
to laws letting car alarms sound in the city.
‘Coz if they don’t set ‘em right
they disturb someone’s night
and intrude on the thought of the witty.

Ne’er mind the gas it might be green but it’s gas
and okay might somehow fit in here
If car alarms had been then Ilyiad would never
and I know that sounds strange but it’s strange sounds that matter
to a car alarm crazed city dweller.

You know we just might if we put up a fight
get a fine brought in for the offender.
£500 I am sure would silence the cur
and get car alarms fitted far better.
But then where would we be
well asleep, yes well maybe
in dreams of a car alarm free perfect city.

Sometimes I declare
That without them then there
Would be no one awake with this ditty.
If Karma was cool and not such a fool
And those who were wrong were right all along
Then those who weren’t right might wrong better.
But Karma sneaks in and you know when its been
‘Coz you end up a car alarm hater.

Outside in the street and stuck there all week
Is a bloody great big expensive Mercedes.
It shrieks day and night
And You’d think someone might come along and make it feel better.
But no one appears and I’m a little afeared
I’ll turn into a car-alarmed car destroyer.

So I’m sure you’ll agree Changes there must be
to the laws that let car alarms sound in the city.
When they don’t set ‘em right
they disturb someone’s night
and intrude on the thought of the witty.
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