THOUGHTS ON DYING
By kheldar
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It seems my time has almost come
That time which men fear most,
When true to their mortality
They join with Death's great host.
Yet though most men fear it
Death fills me not with dread,
Its with a kind of willingness
I wait to meet the dead.
My grip on life is slipping
Each day brings greater pain,
The agony within my head
Is driving me insane.
Upon my sea of suffering
There is no sight of land,
I wait upon Death's croupier
To deal my losing hand.
When at last death takes me
What then will be my fate,
Where then will that path lead me
Hell's door or heaven's gate?
A question shortly answered
Death's shadow by my bed,
His hand is stretched towards me
He wants me with the dead.
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I have to say how proud I am
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Hi kheldar this is really
"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "
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The rhyme and rythmn flow
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