Death, Satan's Son
Often when I see people die every hour
I know then am waiting for darkness' power
The end, to eternally end without a trace;
Death a startling occurrence in action so apace
For when he without appointment appears
He never informs even the father he endears-
Does not even report to his creator Satan;
He is an entity within the soul of a man,
Ingrained deep in the human body
So as without him there would be no life beauty:
A man is born with one soul of lives and deaths,
The pure justification of all low natural breaths
Should have definite limit of existence
So often when I see people stripped of subsistence
I hope I can live a little bit longer-
That every day of life I will be waiting ever-
To achieve what I desire before my end
Ere my neck is struck by death to bend.
17/03/09; 'lives and deaths' :I believe every person leads his or her own life and meets his
or her unique death.
Copyright © Honesty Oimbo | Year Posted 2010
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