Monday, March 8, 2010

DEATH

DEATH

I call myself death

I laugh when I hear birth

For it will one day quench my thirst?

They call me Mr. wicked, I pretend as if I am deaf

I only came to cause sorrows and mess

Gradually I shall seize your breath

And stop you from creating that wealth

Killing and causing pain, that’s what I’m worth

And will forever remain the conqueror of the Earth

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