Death

Death, You that made my brother put his hands on his bosom What have we done to pay your ransom You filled my soul with emptiness And subverted my happiness I never thought, and had no believe That you'll fill my heart with such grief Gerold, he that ruled spears Is now struck down by fear Death,You that set my innocent family mourning I will hate you every morning, While I still have breath And you, I will never forget.

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Arturo Michael

Date: 1/21/2018 11:25:00 AM

Death has a part to play in life...but he's not the star...All the best Gerold

Stranja Depoet
Date: 1/21/2018 1:08:00 PM

Please check out dreamer, Black is beauty and unity.

Stranja Depoet
Date: 1/21/2018 1:05:00 PM

Thanks a lot I really appreciate this. Let's keep in touch ok?

Lunita Blanca

Date: 1/21/2018 10:35:00 AM

Death's only power is that which we give it.

Stranja Depoet
Date: 1/22/2018 11:19:00 AM

Yh sure . Thanks a lot. But Please check out other poems. DREAMER, BLACK IS BEAUTY, UNITY, CHRISTMAS and GIVE IT A TRY. And guide me if need be because I'm young and new. I really will appreciate your help. My email: Geroldgy@gmail.com.