Death
By holypoet
death come to me young and old, for i can liberate you from your broken soul, give me thy hand and feel my icy touch, i am thus the healer. my old servants - malaria, typhoid..have been replaced by aids and chicken pox, i must commend them for this. what else i say when men seeks blood of men? i come in every fold, untimely,abruptly in every soul... i kissed them in their forehead, heaven or hell is their desire.. why? i saw u fear,,don't be for each one has to embrace me.Is it ok? Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 09:24 PM PST 0 • 1
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