Death

by John Dlyan Boone BABY   Jan 28, 2012


All this blood surrounding my path
ate the heart of my bloodline took
all loved ones out sent them to hell
killed my favorite friend took
all reason i ever had to live,
Death is so much like meth
taking out all the young
making all of us suffer
eating at our lifeline
Ending all hope we ever had,
making us rot in the soil
returning to whence we came
to never return losing all sense
of faith death is a truly hateful fate.

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