This Menance

This menance 
called old age
borne with 
adam and his 
eve
its tentacles 
spread to cain
slayer of his 
own kindred.

It caught up 
with noah with 
no sympaty on 
his family
and the men 
before the
birth of the 
deluge
oh what a 
tragedy.

Growing so 
fast and 
spreading
Nay! not with 
methusela
who restled 
with it
for 100years 
into 9
could escape 
its 
cold claws.

Adam,eve, cain
noah, 
methusela
moses, aaron,
Aye! These 
folks
bears a lucky 
rune
plus 100 they 
lived,
Now we are 
just 70 or 80 
by a might 
divine.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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