Death visited me in a dream last night
Showed me visions of the last great fight
Limbs strewn, blood everywhere
rotting corpses and an air of dispair.
I tossed and turned
like the ocean, my mind churned
throwing up eerie visions
of personified evil intrusions--
Blood everywhere, Death smiles and says,
"Wake up son, I have a worse nightmare,
you'll live till your 70
and full of gray hair!!
Friday, October 3, 2008
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