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The end
when he comes
the trumpets will
sing of my journey,
they will rejoice,
they will mourn
my life and my dreams.
they will speak of my errors,
slander my prideful deeds.
they will bask
in the aftermath
of my death
with soden eyes
laced with deceit,
but most of all
they would miss him,
his cloak and his scyth
and that deadly swipe
of its blade
as it robs my existence
at the end of my days.
© @nefe28ostar
the trumpets will
sing of my journey,
they will rejoice,
they will mourn
my life and my dreams.
they will speak of my errors,
slander my prideful deeds.
they will bask
in the aftermath
of my death
with soden eyes
laced with deceit,
but most of all
they would miss him,
his cloak and his scyth
and that deadly swipe
of its blade
as it robs my existence
at the end of my days.
© @nefe28ostar
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