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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Death— I’m the silent noisy appellation I visit once and not twice, Now load your luggage in a jiffy, I have given you galore of time, Continue in merry making! For tomorrow might past thee not. Man— Ah! I trembled at your sight, Death! For I have heard thy work, I have just taken in a wife— And soon to bore me a son! Can you give me months or a year? And I dare not to cross, The demarcation of my promise, Or confuse you with magniloquent. Death— You have spoken well, But I’m the spirit that never compromise, I cannot come again, to reparagraph, And again, what do I tell my master? You came unclad and unprepared, Dare I not for tomorrow shall not pass! Man— “What shall I tell my lover?” That death has come or that my time is gone? The most random serendipity, The fate of an expectant couple, Unrealism frowns mildly in this aegis. What should I carry along my journey? The commotion of this overwhelmed... The sincerity of this metaphor! The paradox of living, and the vanity of wealth. Should I bribe death with my mansion? Or with my scars and flashing cars! Death— Why do you worry yourself? I’m the vagrant of nature, the drift dream: And I need nothing, so keep those mundane, For when the hour is come, My fingers will snatch thy bleeding heart. I’m the unannounced visitor, That sits comfortably in your dining chair, And wait to spell life out of you, Brook your imbroglio— Man~~ Uwu! So, this just it all? The life I have planned ends, And in second I shall be no more, Sweat has bathed me.... And heavy throbs have almost pulled the life Out of my being— Death is wicked, and death is mean, Why do you botch the plan of my luxury? I wail to leave you my love... Life and death are not fair to me; The peak of my discernment. Death— I corroborate with thy soul to end thee I’m enigmatic, evasive for I’m death... Visiting houses and lives at will, So, I ask soothingly...... Are you ready for me? My venomous; Is about to visitor a home. Man— Kpashi! Uma ka kwagh ga cii, Alas! The love I promised will go in vain, Thinking about my solitary journey, And the euphoria of that grain.... The rising anxiety of a quiet kidney. Truly! My end has come suddenly... The onomatopoeia of life, Crashing, zooming and humming silently.
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