Treasure Island

Molotov Najveci

(3/6/95)

Death In The Flesh


While all the souls stand distraught
and burned

Eyes bleed from seeing the distruction
he has brought and they have earned

As the stare of Death, cold and
undefeated

Pass't o'er like a kiss on the
faces of the waited deceased

From whom glued together from
ravaged beginings

And thinker whole of grievous thought
And lord of lurid amazing endings

Stands stout but now alone,
For thy foe has fallen

With no spirits to come home.

Still alone with no one left,
He turns

As the stare of Death, cold and
undefeated

And the world holds its breath.

Submitted: Monday, September 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
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