Death Is Free
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Death Is Free
Higher
Soars the eagle.
Heaven is infinite.
Death comes searching for my spirit.
Chaos!
Water.
My tongue blisters.
Liquid to quench my soul
But death rains down on my shadow.
Faster!
Ants crawl
Carrying weight.
Their lives short yet they store.
I would stay young, but death has come.
Be quick!
Hard life.
Freedom from pain.
The universe gives breath,
And death is free for the living.
Bloodlines!
Copyright © Dennis Spilchuk | Year Posted 2020
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