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Poetry

After death, comes wisdom. After heartbreak, comes joy. after every scars, there's a story to tell. -effírië

Death, my friend.

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by -VvVvV

Oh! Death. How are you my friend?

I am here to seek comfort again.

Let your presence engulf me,

And your darkness come to thee.

Let me dance with your scythe,

And sway in the endless night.

Oh! Death my old friend,

I am here to seek a favor again.

Harm those who harmed me,

Punish those who hurts me.

Let your scythe dance,And harvest their life.

Hear my wish and I'll offer you my life.