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The Irony of Death

In Death, no man will find he reigns;
No king who liv'd of opulence
Will rule the man of lifelong pains;
In mortal wealth, no dominance.

The wretched worms shan't be more fine
That feast upon the rich mens' hides,
Than those that of my corpse shall dine;
In fashion, no greater taste resides.

The fortunate man in life shall rot,
And no longer shall he be preserved,
Nor the wealths he so immoderately sought,
Than any corpse in life deserved.

The iron of Death is so:
Of no man's matter more gorgeous flowers grow.



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QueenOfMars said...
May 17, 2012 at 6:19 am:
Dude, do you realize that you write like a professional poet? Or wait, are you one? This is fantastic... Absolutely-err,what do I say?- fantastic!
 
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TenthmuseThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Oct. 24, 2011 at 9:35 am:
The second to last line has a typo. Iron is meant to be Irony.
 
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