Gods come and go as belief soars and disbands
And Death becomes real with his scythe in hand
The beat of the drum is yearning
And to the beat the world keeps turning
Religions are born and children weep
As the Tooth Fairies work through the night shifts sleep
The bunnies of Easter will frolic and play
While Santa’s elves must slave away
But still the beat of the world is heard
And the beat of the sound is then transferred
Its heart creates music for the pattern of life
While Death waits patiently, holding his scythe.
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Comments
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This was very nice. I liked the way you show death as a "Patient" being. Alot of peopple don't believe in Death, which is another reason why including the "magical beings" of Santa and the Tooth fairy was very effective. Your rhyme was great as well. Great job and good luck.
Josh
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I really liked it! I love the line: "And Death becomes real with his scythe in hand" but would change the very last line so that it is not an exact repetition. I realize that it is meant to punctuate the piece, but I might advise you to try to say it just slightly differently, perhaps using a metaphor for death. All in all I really enjoyed it though. Good job!
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