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I wrote this piece when I was bored. It's not been edited at all (like all of my poetry).
Submitted:Jul 31, 2007 Reads: 201 Comments: 3 Likes: 0
the one thing we can all rely on is death
but there is beauty in death,
we just need to look deeper
as the angels of death descend,
their black feathered wings
fluttering, as they decide on their victim
young
old
they don't care
painful
slow
they are sadistic
quick
painless
they are gentle
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