Life vs. Death

August 2, 2008
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Life is but an empty, hollow train.
Board it and cease it will not,
‘Till you become slain.
And thus will start the journey.
Treacherous things will spoil it; envy, hatred, money.
But leave not behind the good part;
Love and care, for life comes not without a heart.

Death will come; situation will vary.
It will be a non-pleasurable burden you will carry.
A closed room will now hold your trap.
No escape; only pain and misery without gap.
Forever remain captured therein,
Under death’s gruesome never-ending sin.

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Cindy Crawford said...
Sept. 16, 2008 at 11:05 am
great poem, you should get it published in some print magazine
DaRk ShAdOW said...
Sept. 9, 2008 at 11:43 am
hey,this poems gr8!!it rocks...!!=D
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