Fawkes day, across the veil

Nov 05, 2008 10:44


There's no song to sing
that can speak the words in my mind.
There's no poem to read
that will tell of truth greater than one
Man who held so much love
from so many hearts
but his would keep on beating.

Remember, remember, the fifth of November,

the day my dear brother died.

I'll always remember the fifth of November,

and all of the tears that we cried.

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persephony111 November 5 2008, 22:05:41 UTC
Oh my god. Max.

If it is any consolation, I think he probably held on just long enough, to ensure that you'd be taken care of. The timing is poetic in an of itself.

It's true, he's finally free. From pain and earthly burdens.

I imagine it must hurt now, but I'm happy he's finally free to expand past the small package he was stuck in here. May he rest in peace. He was a good man.

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littleonedork November 6 2008, 01:21:50 UTC
I'm so sorry, and my heart goes out to you.

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jadedshard November 6 2008, 18:39:48 UTC
Just wanted to let you know you can always talk to me.

-Lisa

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