Said I to the piece of flesh and blood
Upon the coffin laid
"What use is this journey of pain
If you're only to be betrayed?"
It spoke, "Foolish is he who thinks
He can nature defeat,
You're born to die, and while you're here
You might as well breathe."
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Poetry(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
