Grimace Is Death's Smile
Grimace is Death's Smile
Last stage of death's calling card; pain.
Why make it any easier than it must be?
Atonement in exchange for your agreement
for time on earth and the pleasures we see.
Some of us drink deeply from the well
and suck the marrow from the offered feast.
Other's are timid and fast for their lives
hoping sacrifice will quell imagined beast.
Copyright © William Donovan | Year Posted 2017
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