Poem 10 : It Will Haunt You

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With every life you have plucked

in your assurances closely tucked;

every breath you have snatched and stolen

amidst terror flowing fiery and molten;

every bond you have uncaringly severed

every tie you have sliced and untethered;

you are a lesson greater than any other

to let go and accompany you to ether;

but surrender for us comes not so easy

and your mention makes one quite uneasy;

for to leave with you to a home unknown

leaving everyone one has ever known;

births a distrust within mind inherent

so rarely does anyone greet you rident;

yet you are neither a villian nor a hero

only a messenger, perhaps a cavalero;

still beings alive cannot help but fear

with each thought of you tear 'n sear;

of the misery you have caused and still do

with a journal etched with everyone's due;

you are an embodiment of worst curses

you - rarely does anyone ever blesses;

for you seem to be an impending doom

a flower blossoming into a withering bloom;

yet those who know, know you feel

the anguish caused with each life you steal;

but the shouldered burden of your scythe

is the key to again make eternity kythe;

you know that It Will Haunt You and it does

for you're the divine who creates 'n undoes;

the cradle of finitely manifested breaths

and the eternal infinity of unbinding death.

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