Death
© 2000 Dennis L. Pickering Death is not real but often comes As a thief will in the nighttime. To claim victims to their demise And to upset all their kin-folk God only granted life to all Making everyone just deathless. How does it feel to know that you're Immortal as the stones below? Death is a term professed by men To acquire what you may possess. Upon this earthly world of theirs Within a span of counted years It never comes to anyone Whether you want it or you don't. It is but a misimpression Given you by your persuasion. Written January 2nd, 2001 © on Sep 02 2001 10:11 AM PST, Dennis Pickering 17 • 0 • 13
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