Sean Miller

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The Death Poem - Poem by Sean Miller

I have died
Time and time again
For every one who thinks of me
Is dieing as well
Because I am a book of spells
Casting And killing
Blasting and chilling
You should know
That hurt people hurt people
And I take one down
With every blow
I have come with good intent
But there’s still that sinister ingredient
That hurts and kills
Like popping pills
It is the way of death.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 17, 2006



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