May 2nd, 2016
"Life is easy", said the being
that hadn't lived too long.
Little did that critter know,
it was entirely wrong.
You'll sail along the roughest tides,
and you may think you'll drown.
It'd make no sense to let this idea
bring your mood down.
You wash upon shore feeling grateful,
well, at least you did at first.
No food nor water;
thus you meet hunger and thirst.
You hunt but you are wounded,
experiancing immense pain.
This causes a mental breakdown
that drives you insane.
You bleed out and your corpses rots,
and you're introduced to the man of sin.
The one we bow down to and call Death
is the man who truly wins.
No matter how skilled you are at God's game,
not a soul can beat our champ.
Death is soon to take your life
and collect the tears of the damned.
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Reaper's Plague
PoetrySince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
