Death Poem by Vignesh Ramakrishnan
Death
My hands are tainted and black
I am impartial and won't cut anyone slack,
When i strike it brings tear-shed and gore
everyday i increase more and more,
My grip is strong and has an iron hold
None can escape my gaze not even the bold.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
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