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I come
By nightshade
Destruction famine and poverty
Forever it has been and always shall be
Cities looted polluted and burned to the ground
Just follow the trail and I shall be found
A body in the ditch, face down in the mud
Two lovers lying in a drying pool of mingled blood
I have seen death’s many faces - one of them mine
I’ll travel with him through the rest of time
Old or young, strong or weak
There are no prejudices that death keeps
He holds me close and calls me his child
For I am wrapped in hate so strong, yet mild
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© 2006 nightshade
Comments on "I come"
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A former member wrote:
i loved the darkness of the poem. soo deep.
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A former member wrote:
you are death.... the force that kills with a feather.... with a whimper...... and a bang.... nice imagery.... full account of human doom.
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On Thursday, September 16, 2010, Riven Waker
(317)
wrote:
this is a sharp and hypnotic piece - skillfuly revealing the universality of death - quite brilliant...
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On Sunday, June 25, 2006, Alanarchy
(1168) wrote:
Good flow. Powerful images. End's with T.S.'s whimper, just like men full of straw. Write on.
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A former member wrote:
mmm, that was tasty...
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On Sunday, June 25, 2006, Dei
(663) wrote:
i really enjoyed this.
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