The Final Questions

May 13, 2010
By Viliey31 BRONZE, St. Rose, Louisiana
Viliey31 BRONZE, St. Rose, Louisiana
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What if I were to come and drop by?
Will you run to embrace me?
Speed and posthaste me?
Lead or mislead me?
Deny or concede me?
Rely on, abuse me?
Mistrust and misuse me?
Love and obey me?
Hate and betray me?
Escape is redundant,
But still will you try?
Possibly impossible,
And sadly for you,
I am unstoppable.
I am your fate,
The final chapter.
You are too late,
For Death your master.
Your name they’ll remember,
A face set in plaster,
But not of my gate,
Which you pass through with stature.
I am your Death,
Soul’s final contractor.
I am your breath,
Stopped here now and after.

The author's comments:
I realized that I am going to grow old and die one day, and thought to myself, "if death was a man, what would he wonder when he went to pick up a dead soul?" so I ended up writing this. I think he would ponder these things.

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