Death
Is death the first and the last enemy for us
Or is the silent war for always with no fuss
There are uncounted ways to die
That could turn your head you can't deny
So we march forward knowing full well
That our destiny is to meet death in its spell.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2017
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