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Death Comes


The illuminated face of paradox
Flying in winds of tornadic swirls
An unwelcome visitor that knocks
And makes men cry like little girls
When their demons break the locks
And string their eyes like pearls

As the chill fingers of fear grasp
The heart will falter and quake
in the dark sound of deathly rasp
religious men of faith will break
and knowing with their last gasp
realize that their gods were fake


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  • individuality gold member
    August 8, 2008

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    ah death, it comes to us all eventually, it is just a natural ending, a simple state of not being alive! though we tend to fear it more often than not, i will welcome it when it arrives. a good poem.


  • RyanosaurusWrecks
    March 20, 2008

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    so many entries with too little lines...however, you have written a powerful peice here, and we appreciate the time spent to enter...good luck in the contest


  • just mercedes gold member
    March 18, 2008
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    love the final couplet