DEATH | By: H C Chipangura | | Category: Short Story - Dark Bookmark and Share



Your cold gnarly hands around my throat

Useles to bribe you with oaths

I'm paying my tithes

For this joke that is life

Dust to dust

We all rust, it's a must

Even at this time, still, yearning is in my heart

Yet this life is but a prolonged fart

All men

Do succumb, do bend

To the will of your heavy hand

Like all before me

All with me

And all after me

This moment I have to face

This hour, my hour, is come

With a semblance of dignity

Let me accept my fate

By: H. C. Chipangura

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