May 2nd, 2016

To kill a man is to take a life,

something not so easily returned.

The murderer's life is soon taken,

and in Hell his flesh is burned.

To give birth is to give life,

something we call miraculous.

The parents soon die of old age,

with isn't a surprise to us.

Some lives are given and some are taken,

but this is not sacrifice.

To go through the sorrows of death and loss

is a repeating step in life.

If you're reading this book, know that poetry is my escape from this Hell known as reality. Though not everyday when these poems are written will be remembered, let these words be carved in your soul. ~Reaper ((Quote Written 5-2-16 in my notebook.))