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Death Poetry: He's Coming for You

Updated on June 26, 2013

He walks with a limp,

His gaze is grim,

He’ll steal your soul,

If you ever lay eyes on him.

Old and feeble,

Decrepit at first glance,

But cross his path

And death is the only happenstance.

He consumes with impunity,

Pillaging the fruits of labors,

Shopkeepers lay out their wares,

In hopes to gain his favor.

But no one gains his favor,

His will is indiscriminant,

He takes what he wants

And if he wants you

Your end is imminent.

Try to run if you want,

His reach is without bounds.

Death is coming for you,

And so are his Hell hounds.


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      Jose Velasquez 5 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      Thank you everyone for the kind words. I guess I'm going through a bit of a morbid phase this week.

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      Shining Irish Eyes 5 years ago from Upstate, New York

      Chilling and so true. As the famous saying goes. There are only two things you can count on in life - death and taxes.

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      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      well written - thank you

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      Matthew Weese 5 years ago from Auburn

      A truly unique approach at poetic perfection, well written.

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      Jose Velasquez 5 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      Just the duality of my personality.

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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      Where did you wonderful mind go to writing this creepy poem.

      Voted up and interesting.