Duty Is
The dirty beasts
Scuttling around
Keeping to the shadows
Trapping
Biting
Saving for later
Waiting
For the opportune moment
To kill.
Fantastic in duty,
Unappreciated by man
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I don't write about death because I want to die, I write about death because when death takes me I'd like to think that I am in the care of a wonderful friend. Writing is a language everyone can understand. Even when our words are confused and twisted, we find someone who translates perfectly. I speak for those who are scared and trapped and those whose voices have been stolen from them. God speaks through me and gives me strength to give to others. I will write until my end.
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