EqualityA Poem by M A R C U S (aesthetic)He will come to you Wearing the costume of your death To destroy the identity that you have construed. And when you’re there with your last breath It mattered not how much money you accrued, It’s all the same in Death’s view. © 2017 M A R C U S (aesthetic)Author's Note
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Added on October 16, 2017 Last Updated on October 16, 2017 |