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 When death comes A-knocking,
Like the deceitful caress of midnight’s breeze
Humming songs of pain and of ruins
Telling tales of forgotten dreams

When death comes A-knocking,
In all its hostility and spite
Raising dusts of hopelessness and vile
As gasping breaths heave out deep sighs

When death comes A-knocking,
Like pale drops of snowflakes in winter’s night
Night falls and darkness draws nigh;
Echoing voiceless sounds of anguish and strife

When death comes A-knocking,
Scribbling my name on its bed of shame
And in the loneliness of my grave,
I lay in endless silence as my flowers return to hay

When death comes A-knocking,
And darkness pierces me with its painful sting
When the hour comes from whence I must bequeath,
In all my weigh’ and measures, may I not be found wanting!

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QOTD: “And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Then another book was opened, which is the book of life. And the dead were judged by what was written in the books, according to their deeds” –Revelations 20:12

Written By:  ‘Chinonye J. Chidolue (@NonyeWrites)

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