Dare death to sting

Death be way!
Why linger? Old foe
depart I am not ready.

Did not the birth door
at once give freedom?
My bravery battles on.

The sun, visually sound
captivates my steps
I determining such fortune.

You bargain with happiness
and never pursue forgiveness.
Relentless, your judgment descends.

 

 

 

Poetry

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