Challenge
Romantisising death
we all once tried to be aesthetic in life ,but what about death? write a short poem on how one could smile at its own death bed
Poison
My, Oh so beloved
kin
waiting bed of mine when I croak
around death of mine
knowing
it was their poison doing it
ha
ha
it was not
mine was it
mine
as always dupes of kin of mine
and now
when
I as planned morons you I my breath will surrender to the gods
ha
my poison
in me
will explode
kill
you
all
I will have servants in the Hall of dead
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