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the dead are all gathered. they stand all around me.
some stare out on the water holding hands, thinking of their comrades and loved ones.
the great deep holds a grave for so many.
some do not see death yet coming, and so they play on green fields and laugh thinking only about today.
but it will soon take them all.
many are silently aware of their own mortality, sitting quietly as if waiting for some direction or confirmation.
we are all of us God's creation, built and designed for His glory, though we all may not realize it.
this time so short.
so many of us, more than ever.
but soon to the war.
i hear the guns of battle in the distance...