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To The Grave

My life and breath, poisons your soul
Your suffering's what makes me whole
Need only touch, and you will see
The curse that flows inside of me

Your suffering what I will watch
And to my scythe another notch
Under my hood I laugh and grin
For in the end, death always wins.

From birth's beauty, observing you
Waiting for the moment true
Watching you for all your days
Til I can send you to the grave.

Poetry