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Death

It comes in every shape
And in every size
But all that lives
Eventually dies

Perhaps it comes with mercy
And it come quick
Perhaps it stalks slow
After years of being sick

If it is a person it takes
The victoms are never just one
They are every daughter, mother, wife
And even the son

Life is a scam
Because life is deaths bitch
Fooling the smart and stupid alike
No discrimination between poor and rich

Author notes

With my Dad in mind:he is slowly stalked.

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  • Summer Dawn
    February 7, 2008
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    very powerful imagery filled poem.