When death stares one in the face
the thing to do is laugh in disgrace,
as the inevitable scythe swings towards the dome,
swiftly fast to take you home.
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The grinning skull, a joker that, nothing, not a man, not a fact, You're nothing, bow your head before me, I am death the reaper almighty. Loved the combo of those verses.Truly reminds life`s worthlessness.Well depicted poem and well articulated.
as inevitable as death.nice factual poem here.keep it up Kevin