Oct 31, 2010 16:41
1000 years or more ago
I was born a fresh babe
Into the world I came
My mother's pride and joy
Now, I have grown
Old and wrinkled
I have lived my life
Several times over
I expected to die
With a bang
With a catastrophic event
Where winds would roar
And the seas would rise up
And lightening would crash to the earth
But there was nothing
There were no tears
No regrets in the eyes of my killer
For I was killed
I did not die of natural causes
I could not die of natural causes
And for this,
They killed me
Without a thought
Without a regret
Without a tear
I am dead
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