Poetry:Final Gamble

Final Gamble


Quiet, Quiet, here comes death.
Carrying a dead man's weight his best.
One of us is soon to die.
Say your farewells and goodbyes.
The warning has been given, the time set.
Devil and God gambled and Lucifer won the bet.
Another one headed to the fires of Hell.
While descending, hear the screams and the yells.
It's like they roll a die-to see it where it lands.
In an everchanging pattern, like footprints in the sand.
Time and space have lost it's means.
Shake your head and agree.
Death is coming everyday.
In some foul and pleasant ways.
He brings the burden of the truth.
Jacking up the price in the admission booth.

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