Death looks at Life "Brother?"
Life looked looked from Death "No" he answered with a cold tone, walking away from Death.
Life looked up at Death, as he laid on the floor wounded "Why?".
Death answered "We are brothers" then he finished off the last lost souls, as Life went blank
Death sat by the bed, telling out loud stories of their youth.
Life opened up his eyes and in a low soft whisper he asked "Brother?"
Death withba bright smile and tears forming in his eyes answered "Yes"
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My shit // Mi mierda
PoetryWhat i write in class, home, anywhere, toughs or simple poems about my day, characters or things i read, do, watch.. etc Lo que escribo en clase, casa, cualquier sitio, pensamientos o siempes poemas sobre mi dia, personajes, series, libros cualquier...
