Who Is My Slaughter? Poem by Rob Rak
Who Is My Slaughter?
If there was an end in sight,
I would not have to fight.
Surely not with others,
who bothers,
but Me.
One chance at all,
no last call
and it will all
fall,
for me.
I appreciate any other,
who can make me bother,
to not be my own slaughter?
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A storry behind this?
Well an evening with too much thinking. If you die, you are gone and therefore everything is gone, because you, your brain IS everything. The whole world is over by the time you die. So what stops you?
I want to apologize for any grammar mistakes, english is ot my native language.
Well an evening with too much thinking. If you die, you are gone and therefore everything is gone, because you, your brain IS everything. The whole world is over by the time you die. So what stops you?
I want to apologize for any grammar mistakes, english is ot my native language.
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