Dead cells

Come with me believe my sadness
The intolerance of death too soon
Your death camps you created them
You love that bloody tune
As my eyes weep cold
My heart stops beating
My beautiful soul then flies
You want to taste my wretched body
Just another lover dies

And soon inside your rotten gut
My cells will become
Your cells
Dead and waiting

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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