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Hymn to the Reaper

Eyes of ember and coals of funeral pyres I gaze there in your fearsome countenance Your mouth the bloody maw of destruction bloody teeth rip and tear ...the flesh of those I love You are the cancer of hell that eats the precious life of the soul With a wicked smile you hum the song of the gallows ..as you sharpen your sickle ready for the harvest of bone crushing beheadings On the edge of the mourning madness weight of grief size of the millstone then have I walked through dark graveyards final resting place of rotting skulls and bones Epitaph   Eulogy     fade like the flowers at the grave and blow away        dust into wind Dust to dust , ashes to ashes...    Worse yet the graves unmarked Blood spills out drop by drop one stroke and the next of the pendulum    second by second you are erased, fading to black Sand pours our grain by grain on the hourglass resting on the monolithic slab of your putrid grey black altar behind you also resting there the glass syringe with infinitely sharp needle filled with a green somewhere between gangrene and neon radioactive waste   one pinprick, the drug of desperation and suicide     course through the veins of the walking dead Surely you mock us and dance near the empty grave that awaits us all bringing venomous spittle to your mouth so you can spit in our face to further humiliate us Decay, corruption and rot Your perfume with which your anoint yourself at every dawn Waiting for the candle of life to flicker so you can be the breath to blow it out Forging  nails that pierce both saint and sinner through heart, hands and feet Your bony hand opens the veil to eternity Vile and poisonous shadow asp some day I will feel your bite as you cut the silvery cord that joins soul to body There are no words to describe your merciless cruelty You are incapable of leaving behind anything behind besides empty gaping loneliness I HATE YOU, YOU BASTARD - I think of your sadistic murder every time I walk down the center of town And see the funeral home Where there was the wake of my dear mom
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Written by
SergePB
57 / M / Moonlit Forest Glen
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Written by
SergePB
57 / M / Moonlit Forest Glen
Published
Oct 27, 2018
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#death#grave#darkness
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