Death Brags
Oh! Who is like me?
Who can really measure up to me?
Who has the features I possess?
I’m invisible and dwell I darkness
I’ m just something you can’t figure out
I’m something artists can’t get right
Something unavoidable
A fate undeniable and unpredictable
Something everyone wishes to tear apart
Whenever I cross their part
Yet try they may
All they can do is gaze and say
‘Death has no skin
Yet it is very thin
And can pass through the eyes of a needle
Without any struggle
I take anyone I wish at will
And give them no chance to refuse my will
Silently I snatch love once from their lovers
And make them separate from one another
And even when they do not want to
I make sure they have no option than to
I make sure they feel pain
And even make them go insane
I’m the greatest thief on earth
I’ve got no duplicate
I decide people’s end fate
This has earned me hate
Yet I’m not being look for
Declared want or
Ever punished
For crimes I’ve committed and still commit
I’ve always been respected
And highly feared
I make people cry
And no matter how much they try
Not to fall for my tricks
All I have to do is raise my stick
Then stand at one corner
And laugh aloud all to myself saying
‘Indeed I’m God’s most favorite
And precious creation’
Death brags
Let’s make it rags.
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