Sunday, October 10, 2010

Death Escape.

Do not grieve O Mighty death,
From you If I escape
You have devoured many,
Let one flee your breath.
To every house
You must visit
That’s the rule
And it is writ.
But lets make a contract
If I worship you
When others ignore
You will spare me
When others you score.
Every day at your altar
I will keep flowers
Of my days engaged
So when the time shall come
You take them as mortgage
But unbind me
from your icy chains
as my ashes flow down
The Time's torrential rains.

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