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Nothing personal, but
Seedy death I live untill
your foetid breath my life it spills,
and in the face of forced repose
I hate your faced composed of bones...
Your boney knuckles, hate those too,
under which, we all do,
your dreadful cowl that grubby cloak
under which, we all croak.
Your hour glass, your rusty scythe
sharper than a butcher's knife,
and well I hope your glass is slow
when it's time for me to go...
But, for the parts that I have missed
Believe me sir, ill I wished.
your foetid breath my life it spills,
and in the face of forced repose
I hate your faced composed of bones...
Your boney knuckles, hate those too,
under which, we all do,
your dreadful cowl that grubby cloak
under which, we all croak.
Your hour glass, your rusty scythe
sharper than a butcher's knife,
and well I hope your glass is slow
when it's time for me to go...
But, for the parts that I have missed
Believe me sir, ill I wished.
Published 16th Nov 2023
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16th Nov 2023 11:48pm
This is brilliant!
[ But if I may say . . .Azrael ( the Angel of Death ) is actually a brilliant white light ( which is why so many people who died and came back recount a brilliant white light ). Man's fear of Death has led to macabre illustrations resembling the boatman of the River Stix. ]
[ But if I may say . . .Azrael ( the Angel of Death ) is actually a brilliant white light ( which is why so many people who died and came back recount a brilliant white light ). Man's fear of Death has led to macabre illustrations resembling the boatman of the River Stix. ]
17th Nov 2023 5:11pm
The picture I had in mind was as I've written.
In one hand the scythe the other the hour glass
dressed in his cowled cloak and mostly bones.
I must've seen a picture somewhere but can't remember where.
I've heard of the white light & I think I've heard it used in films
as in " go towards the light "
Thanks for the visit very rewarding.
In one hand the scythe the other the hour glass
dressed in his cowled cloak and mostly bones.
I must've seen a picture somewhere but can't remember where.
I've heard of the white light & I think I've heard it used in films
as in " go towards the light "
Thanks for the visit very rewarding.
