Death, I know that you can sting
Poison my wine, I will drink
For if I begin to count
The knives, arrows and bullets
You have put into my chest
The ears that hear will go deaf
For eyes that saw still shed tears.
Death, I know that you can bite Between those claws and white teeth
I give you reasonable doubts
Not because, am scared of you
Nor because, am weak to fight
But, that stinging bees build hives
And ants that bite, still build hills.
Woah… Have a blog on death which am unsure of uploading but your Sonnet might push me ahead
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Will do it later
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nice one there bro
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Thank you
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