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Sharon Tjandramulia Poem
Death you're never satisfied,
Tricking mortals with your lies,
Promising eternal peace,
Promising our pain to cease,
Slowly, we die inside.
Collecting souls is your pride,
In Hell is where you abide,
Undisguised, you are a beast,
Death you're never satisfied.
Tongue is witty, comments snide,
When you smirk your grin is wide,
Weary souls who sign your lease,
Find they'll never be released,
In chains they are all tied,
Death you're never satisfied.
Copyright © Sharon Tjandramulia | Year Posted 2015
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