Do Not Be Flattered Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Do Not Be Flattered



Do not be flattered
Ever
A Figure horrid with a Scythe in hand
Waits at the Corner
First it scythes You
And with that
All your plans, things, empires fall
And
You will be relegated under ground
That is
Until the flame of Immortality that
Lights already
Flares and executes
The sacred task of having Immortality.

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