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I Commit To Death

I Commit To Death

To lie in the deepest of sea, and fall to sleep in the quest of impurity

Where I too shall  commit to death, be it under the lava of time and energy

The only thing left will be water and then it will soon die too, until it is swallowed

By the dry ash of the erupted earth, shaken by the quake of the planets evolved

While they crash into each other and death will be known from the volcanic ash

The wretched waste of the human flesh, no more will we be alive, but we will suffer

Into the hells of time and come to an end, where we will know no more promise

But we will know the lies of the devil and the death of our rapture we will commit

 

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Glenn Marchand

this poem comes across as eschatological, where prophecy of destruction is foretold. it's very descriptive, touching, alerting, and sad. especially considering that even that water will die.

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Nancy Mcgowin

Glenn- I agree, this is sad, and water would die in time, if you think about it?

Thanks,

Nancy

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Nancy Mcgowin,

Good and powerful lines, Nominated.

The wretched waste of the human flesh, no more will we be alive, but we will suffer

Into the hells of time and come to an end, where we will know no more promise

I wish to include one of your poem in my Poet's Pen Column

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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