"Tick Tock, your time is up," said Death most fervently
In his bony hand, he produced tattered papers
"Let's look through your life, shall we?"
A cold, terse voice began to read dead words
He looked down, shocked with thoughts he could
As though he'd witnessed something absurd
He turned abruptly towards me and spoke solemnly
With a mischievous grin, Death bellowed, "Tell your story"
"I have half a mind to save your soul, but first, begin."
"I implore you"
I stood up straight to speak flawlessly as though I had
Unequipped was I to lie to Death
Him wanting my honesty, was my assumption
"Unyielding, I stood for nothing less than I believed"
"I spoke words that men did not credit nor easily swallow"
"I lived under a broken skyline and drew outside the lines"
"As I grew up in a cold world, I gradually became
"My protests of tranquility were seen as ignominious
"I dared to think of equanimity"
"My enunciation was so swift and deafening"
"My tongue sparked flames late into starless nights"
"And in death, still, no one can extinguish me"
Death looked at me with soulless eyes and then said
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