Death Was Uglier Than I Knew
Death was uglier than I knew
Sure I had heard the fire and brimstone rumors,
But I had never actually believed them.
Death came at me with a hard set face.
A vacant skull head, trotting with purpose.
I saw her weapons and wondered what she would use.
I would not go easy, I thought. I felt superior because of it.
Death sneered, showing me a rancid, ugly, mean side I had never seen.
I picked up my arsenal of tricks, determined to battle.
It was a ridiculous façade of a fight, fatiguing and defeating.
I felt like a rag doll as she carried me off into the fray of a bigger battle.
She threw me onto a pyre, and burned my body beyond recognition.
As the smell of burning flesh entered my nostrils, I felt less smug.
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