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[bodytext] => As I came home the other day I met death along the way His sickle pressed against his cloak He made no sound until he spoke “Take heed my mortal friend All things that begin must surely end” I must say I felt some surprise To see the reaper before my eyes So I asked, “Good reaper, sir Have you ended all things that were?” “Yes, and all things that will be” he said with a grin For you see dear boy, I am the end.” I pondered over what the phantom had said His words were burning in my head So I did cautiously inquire; “Are you the master of death and fire?” “I wield the flames only hell can send That shall damn all sinners in the end.” As I stood before this effigy of doom Who for all I knew could end me soon I asked, “But are you not damned? Have you not sinned? Every time you’ve used your sickle to reap souls in?” “Indeed I often use my sickle to rend But it is impossible to end the end.” “I must depart, I have souls to reap But in your mind my warnings keep, It may be one year, it may be four But I shall come knocking on your door You live on time which I generously lend But we’ll meet when I decide it is the end.” Now kind reader, listen a bit more And take heed from this ominous metaphor Should you happen to meet death one day And he has not come to take you away Observe him from a distance, and learn my friend That you not fear him when he comes in the end. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 13 [informant] => scott [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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