Death MAG

March 7, 2011
By MicroGiant GOLD, Elkhart, Iowa
MicroGiant GOLD, Elkhart, Iowa
15 articles 0 photos 8 comments

When the lights go out
Death has his fun,
Claiming lives of people
In their sleep
With that scythe that
Makes you shiver
Have cold sweat or
Freezes you in time,
Oblivious to the rest of
The world as you
Leave your body not
Being able to say
Good-bye to the people
That are your families
Friends or neighbors,
Death doesn't care,
For his heart is an
Iron ball in the middle
Of a blizzard.



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on Nov. 15 2013 at 11:44 am
Dr.FeelGood GOLD, Allemen, Iowa
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Favorite Quote:
"is oxygen a gas?" brought to us by my friend the blonde.

thats so weird my hearts a iron ball and its in me not in snow

on Dec. 18 2012 at 11:16 am
LostPrinceValor BRONZE, Curwensville, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
And when he gets to heaven;
To saint peter he will tell,
"One more soldie reporting sir,
I've served my time in hell"

I believe this is truth in poetry

on Nov. 25 2012 at 7:18 pm
samasparagus SILVER, Riverside, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"'Good. Illegal is always faster.'"
-Eoin Colfer

I love the description of Death's heart at the end!


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