Vulture Of The WorldA Poem by Tina KlineIt sits there watching, like death itself Like something long forgotten at the back of a dusty shelf Watching, yes, with its beady little eye Death is creeping closer and closer to make you die
This land so barren, bone like and void, cold Feathers, ruffling, vulture like, empty and bold Waiting for you, me, and the world so vast and wide What is it, that will soon smile and say they've all died
Vulture, from the wasteland where no graveyard exists While you die you'll know no one will remember you despite your wish The vastness of destruction, all will be gone in one great swallow So pretend now while in your foolish lives you can still wallow
There, vulture launching out from man made wastelands Spread upon the entire world death has won its plans Useless screams and useless tears from so many eyes You should have listened, learned, too late now to become wise
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Added on November 3, 2013Last Updated on November 3, 2013 AuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more.. |

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