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Death: A poem


Blackened streets of which were callused
marks upon the earth unbalanced 
plant life withered
and creatures fled
they knew that Death had reared its head

The trees that burned
and the buildings crushed
could not quench
our old friends lust

but Mother Nature looked around
and took into account the ground
of which was dead and black as night
And She Showed death his Weakness:

LIGHT 

So, the dark had subsided
and as did our creature
to Return once again
when things seemed much bleaker

  


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