The Debt of DeathA Poem by Praiser
No Debate to hear just a dead line to sleep
A trap for the deceitful to be deceive from deceptive of a decade A stone age couldn't bail out The voice of a virus your scream couldn't comprehend The violence of death that broke the sound barrier to pain Death was to soured to interview a coma, from the quietness sounds wouldn't effect The dead was deceased to shut up the proof that gave hell its fire © 2010 Praiser |
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