O'Death
O’death is it ye who comes,
Knocking at destinies door.
Do you not fear what she,
May usher from her lips,
Or hold in her hands.
O’death cist your persist for,
You to might be given breath and a soul to hold.
Yet such a gift can be taken,
As soon as it was given by, another.
For you to o’death will and,
Shall be guided towards heaven or hell.
for it was written and said from the lips of............
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2010
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