Death — Poem by Vyas

Grim and Cloaked it is
Bringing aversion, and
Darkness everywhere.

It destroys any
Any hope anyone has
It is fear itself.

It is plain wicked
It harms you in ways
That turns you insane

It doesn’t have
Soul, only an evil mind
It always corrupts

What is this repulsive
Disgusting piece of Vermin?
It is Death, pure Death

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