Mathew Lewis

Rookie - 0 Points (07 March 1987 / Cape Town)

Stand Up For Death

Entwined in lover's deathly snare,
Broken by friendship's fickle stare,
Drained by kindred's ugly tears,
Starved by my own hungry fears,
So why then should I hate death?
For he can only take my breath,
My soul is there to be recieved,
Free to cry and free to bleed,
Free from earthly pain and hurt,

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