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Death will call one day.
Its frail hand will open your door, granting entry to an uninvited guest. Heed the words of Death's survivor: In hearing Death's call, Become mute to its pain. In feeling Death's thunder, Remain calm within. In denying Death's company, Solidify your strength. In trusting the Lord, Enter His embrace. In following His Plan, Further destiny's call. Death isn't child, man or maiden. It isn't a beast we can destroy. Death is a rite of passage, Empowered to bestow God's joy.
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