Death Note Poem by Kumbirai Thierry Nhamo

A notebook of immense power
Its pages filled with the darkest hour
The Death Note, so infamous and feared
A tool of death that should be cleared

It falls into the wrong hands one day
And thus begins a twisted play
A game of life and death, with no remorse
A power that alters fate's course

With just a name and a face
The Death Note brings a swift embrace
Of darkness, despair, and tragedy
Its victims left in an endless agony

The ones who wield it, they're no saints
Their morals and values now turn faint
As they choose who shall live or die
And all those in between, they must comply

The Death Note's influence spreads far
As its power leaves a lasting scar
On those who come near its grasp
No one escapes its icy clasp

A tool of justice, some may say
But to play God is not the way
The Death Note, a curse on humanity
A lesson learned, in humility

For power cannot replace the soul
And death cannot heal a broken whole
The Death Note, a warning to all
A cautionary tale, lest we fall.

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