Death

Be still! Oh,Silent Slumber

Don't rear your unsightly head;

the grave is not ready for me; I'm still

breathing I'm not dead.


Keep you distance lurking shadow,

don't follow close behind; life still inhabits

this vessel, your vision's been reassigned.

Go swiftly, Pale Rider put away your

sickle and flee; the worms will not feast today,

and Heaven's not ready for me.


Written by: Angela C. Hamby 5/28/2009

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