Michael Silver

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Death's End - Poem by Michael Silver

Man kinds constant companion
You have entered into my life again
You have mercilessly taken another part of me
With the taxation of sin
You have taken a saint
You crept across his bed
And you took his heart
Leaving us a beautiful pale corpse
A reminder from you
That despite how well we live our lives
We will have to bow to our imperfections
That even the strong
Their backs you shall break
You took a friend of mine
A brother
A father
And he will not be the last
You took a leader
Sinful was his flesh
But holy he was in our eyes
Now he is gone
Toppled by you
When the trumpets blow
When the master of the living gives forth his voice
For that man shall have vengeance
Atonement he will have
You will be dragged down into the pit
And he will arise anew

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In memory of an old friend.

Comments about Death's End by Michael Silver

  • (10/7/2012 10:14:00 AM)

    You deserve 10+ for this poem, This is wanderful.well done (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 14, 2012

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