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That is not, shall it become

That is not sane;
It becomes,
But is not.

That is not dead,
Becomes a curse,
And it dies before it escapes the lips.

That is not eternal,
Becomes so,
That is not eternal,
Becomes life Undead.

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  • Puking Faerie Dust gold member
    May 13, 2007

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    I thought that the way you stated your poem was a bit confusing; I tried to follow along with it but got caught up trying to decipher what some parts meant. It was good overall, and the ending line is good. Good job
    Jeanette*~