Slave Unto Death

Poem By Egal Bohen

Becoming
A slave
Unto death
Has it’s fate

For while death
In itself
Bears no evil
To face

To serve it
Does wipe
From your spirit
All trace

Of the love
That you need
To move on
From this place

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