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Nov 2013
Death looks with a happy toothless smile
whilst rubbing his skeletal hands together
he lives in a cancer ward of his own making
waiting for you to frequent one it's beds

He will play nurse the priest
he will give you swift release
his only dilemma and plight
is you may put up a fight

Death hates to wait
it kills him
so hurry and die
for death hates to wait

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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   Olivia Kent
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