Land of the Dead
If death was but a price to pay
Who said Joy would depart my way
For over the hills upon the lands
Stands before the soul Land of the Dead
Where angels fail to step their feet
Nor people stop to pay good deeds
All love, joy peace passes and dies
And death itself reveals it lies.
Land of the Dead.
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I'll Only Be Me -Poetry Book
PoetryThese are poems. Poems tell a story. A story of pain. A story of laughter. A story of struggle. A story us. A story of you. A story of me. Read them to enrich yourself, or for simple amusement. Stories were created to be heard.
