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Charlatan

Death in the hood concept

-By Linda Lee Lyberg

Azrail is a charlatan pleading
beseeching your soul to drink
leaving you weak and bleeding
close to the precarious brink.
 

You cannot deny him when he comes
The reaper won’t accept, “No, not now”
your heart pounding like a bass drum
Gives up, and delivers a final bow.
 
Once you yield to your imminent fate
death allows you to at last let go
As he leads you to the open gate
Is it heaven or hell, no one knows.

 
With a final moan, your weary soul relents
Sighs and at last, gives up its self-torment.

Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
 

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