ITS A MAD WORLD |
Stop. Look around you. Are you proud of yourself? Your personal property? Your life? Did you ever stop to think that the world around you is going to hell? The news and the media talk as if current ev...
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 09:51:00 GMT |
A WALK WITH DEATH |
There he was at the mere ageof four and already holdinghands with Deathgoing to his first funeralhis grand-fathers.Not really understandingwhat was going on or why the only thing he knew was tha...
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 08:27:00 GMT |
THE JOB OF DEATH |
First of all, I probably have gotten the worst rap out of anyone in history. I'm not the evil, sadistic thing that I am made out to be. You see, I have no bearing on your eternal destination, be it he...
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 08:11:00 GMT |
"grim reaper" |
I have not come for you,Your turn is way downIn the 'queue'And there are many othersAhead of you.If you heard words like "Here. Waiting."Then I fear someone is 'baiting'For I have not come for you,You...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 22:43:00 GMT |
THE FORGOTTING CHILDREN |
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In a world of lust,greed and power,People watch children cry and cower,But will anyone take heed,Of what they really need,For they know nothing but abuse and neglect,So why do people deserve ...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 22:03:00 GMT |
The call of the reaper |
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There he crawls,a lone figure,Nothing shatters the silence of the graveyard,But there he continues,having nothing to live for,The only relaxing thought he has,is death.He no longer wa...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 21:57:00 GMT |
The Reaper and the Flowers |
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
"Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he;
"Have naugh...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 21:22:00 GMT |
The Reaper and the Flowers. |
"There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,And, with his sickle keen,He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,And the flowers that grow between."
"Oh not in cruelty, not in wrath,The Reaper came that day;v...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 21:05:00 GMT |
THE REAPER |
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Ode To The Reaper
Death.It's like the everlasting stench of cheap perfume,Swirling around your brain until you meet your doom.Death.There is no hidden door for you to escape.Death is intertw...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 20:49:00 GMT |
THE REVEN |
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 20:24:00 GMT |
