I charge death
for the life he cost,
while he searches
for his fee.
'Tis I who owe you
nothing, sir,
but you can
lap my bones
for free.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
I charge death
for the life he cost,
while he searches
for his fee.
'Tis I who owe you
nothing, sir,
but you can
lap my bones
for free.
From "Adopt a Metaphor" community experiment. Metaphor chosen "charge death."
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