An expert blessed with a curse

July 10, 2009 · Posted in I was just thinking, Poetry · Comment 

I hate life just ask Eve,

I rejoice when souls leave.

When lives end i begin,

I’m a spell my victims are dug-in.

I take souls with expertise,

Flexy bodies i simply freese.

On halting lives i am a chief

I devulge and pounce i leave grief.

You feel me each single day

I will meet you in some way

Whether guns you escaped alive

I’m inevitable when i arrive.

I take you once without a chase.

I am an expert blessed with a curse.

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