By Jordan Menezes

Oh what fresh hell is this
To return from the heaten
A mortals only soul known
For once my fraternity is too care
My future is unknown
A wanderlusts nightmare
To behold my only son
Oh pity the beggar
For he is unknown
The fool starved himself for days
Ridiculed by none
Thou shalt be forsaken
For heaven's unknown
Death
The ultimate culmination of a mortals’ life
The strong survive
The weak die
It’s natures way
By Jordan Menezes
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