I wrote another poem, for you guys. It's about the reaper. When it says 'A father's cruelty, a young man's fear,' I'm explaining the two deaths from earlier. The first is a drunken man, who shot his wife. (Her homicide & a father's cruelty) And the second is a young man who feared Hell, and hung himself. Ironic, isn't it? Anyways, with the whole thing talking about how death will come for me, you, and all others, did the POV from the ending surprise you? Idk if it would. #SoulsPoems
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26 Mar, 2013, 6:16 am
I smell sulfur,
as one of the da.mned.
The angel of darkness,
Has come for the condemned.
Death moves on,
And claims another soul.
I'm almost out of time,
Is there anywhere left to go?
Her ho.mocide,
His neck snapped,
A strung up body swaying,
One ripped apart by the rack.
My family frozen,
I'm alone in the snow.
I've predetermined,
That theres nowhere left to go.
He comes,
Shrouded in black,
A sharpened scythe,
Strung across his back.
Leading souls,
Across the devide.
But up or down,
Is something YOU decide.
Slept with her,
Brought end to he,
Deny God,
Why cant you see?
Repent my brother,
And you may die,
And in eternal joy,
You shall lie.
A father's cruelty,
A young man's fear,
Run to our Father,
Sweet brother, dear.
The you can face,
The reaper with pride,
And walk with us,
Once you have died.
Feel lucky boy,
My sweet son, Devin.
At least you get,
Your Hell or Heaven.
When you will rest,
I will walk,
And be a reaper,
In the eternal stalk.
26 Mar, 2013, 6:18 am
I forgot. The part about the rack is obviously speaking about torturing someone to death. After all, you cant walk into walmart, and ask 'Which isle has shackles, and a rack?'