Final Destination Poem by Alexander Romanov
Final Destination
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Life is a Razorblade
On its edge we walk
Some slip and fall
But still – we walk
A figure in a black hood
Waits for you in the end
He welcomes you smiling grimly
Your last companion and friend
You feel a chill
Then nothing at all
A body falls on the ground
Releasing a scared soul
A lost soul you are
Where would you go?
To heavens above
Or hell bellow?
Sunday, February 11, 2007
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