The Gate

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I am death,

covered by

the blood of

life’s victims,

the peace

loving, the

innocent and

the brave,

silenced; they

lay with me here

in the grave.

The living stands

in cold silence,

regret, moans on

every breath,

living souls that

cannot keep away

the fright of death.

In the voices of life,

there could be heard

prayer, prejudice and

dismay; whether hate

or fate, all is now with

me at “Heaven or Hells”

gate!

©2015.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

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