Death (a cynical poem)
PostPosted: Thu Jul 31, 2003 6:11 am
Something else from the Cynicism folder that really isn't all that cynical. There is a sharp point in there, but it can pretty much be ignored.
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Death
I die, and I live again.
I shake off pain; it is powerless over me.
Impaling, crushing, incinerating, killing.
None of it affects me.
Death slips off me.
I am beyond death.
It means nothing to me.
And I will return,
'cus Mario still has two lives left.
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Death
I die, and I live again.
I shake off pain; it is powerless over me.
Impaling, crushing, incinerating, killing.
None of it affects me.
Death slips off me.
I am beyond death.
It means nothing to me.
And I will return,
'cus Mario still has two lives left.
I like a poem with a twisted ending.