SEVEN RAINBOWS

Time to shed my mortal coil,
to the victor, the spoil,
made by hand,
by day and stone,
the final game,
finnaly, be alone,
Can I play?
Can I finish the day?
Kill me,
I do not need my hands,
head,
or even self,
Kill me, please,
right to the end.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-19 at 20:00

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betsy Firefly
You don't want to die like that. You'll never get to see the seven rainbows that way!
2007-02-19