DeathA Poem by the.morbid.soulThe poem gives a description about the bitter fact of life. What are the various outcomes of every act that you perform in your life.
Oh death !!!
Be kind!!! To the ones awaiting you, on their cold beds. Moaning by the glories of their past, Reciting stories of regrets, That finally outcast. Let them recall, Deeds performed, Under the illusions of, tentative minds. Or may them yearn before thy, for mercy, While you decline the plead, Like a witnessing blind. That unheard knocks, At the heaven's door, Comes as the fallouts, of sins Impure. The torments at the boiling hell, Are the curses that acts so well. They run, to hide, From door to door, Still land in a mine, Without a cure! The time once claimed To a good man to walk on the paths of, divinity! And then came a time, who slaughtered his soul, To make him face, All his avoided calamities. They ceased him to death, Before he could run, And dragged him to world unknown, A world where only pain, Survives. Where millions come and millions are gone! © 2017 the.morbid.soulAuthor's Note
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