"Death is the Ruler,
The Ruler of Life,
Many don't get it,
And are filled with strife.
Death hardly follows,
The words that you write,
Remember that well,
Lest your words be of spite.
Death has its own,
Mind and its will,
Will hear your attempts,
And send you a bill.
Death tells you now,
'Let the Dead be Dead,
You are not God,
Drill that to your head!'
Death then considers,
'But they may return,
If a man comes to ask,
And I consent to his yearn.' "
I wrote this during math class. One of my friends commented "depressing and dark, but good!" Messily, I might add. But then another put and arrow to the 'depressing' part and wrote, "How is it depressing?"
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Minion101