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Till Death Do us Part

Poem By WK

By Zaydian IcarusPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Till Death Do us Part
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"They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit late on, when somebody says your name for the last time." ~Banksy

Dedicated to my wide: Cole

To death do us part.

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The world will raise their fist against us.

but to death do us part.

///

The sun will scorch our throats .

But to death do us part.

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The empty will try tp snatch us.

But to death do us part.

///

The moon will prance on our parade.

But to death do us part.

///

Anxiety will rear its ugly head.

But to death do us part.

///

Equality will be held above our heads.

But to death do us part.

///

Monsters will tear us apart.

But to death do us part.

///

Blades will strips us of our identities.

But to death do us part.

///

Heaven will scourn us for our choice.

But to death do us part.

///

Hell will open its arms for us.

But to death do us part.

///

Jesters will laugh and point out our flaws.

But to death do us part.

///

Kings will bless us.

But to death do us part.

///

Queens will turn their noses up to us.

But to death do us part.

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Wars will separate us.

But to death do us part.

///

The world may raise its fist, but for you, my love, I will fight back.

The sun may scorch our throats, but for you, my love, I will scream.

The empty may snatch at us, but for you, my love, I will hold onto.

The moon may prance, but for you, my love, I will stomp it.

The anxiety will come, but for you, my love, I will slay the beast.

The equality may be held above our heads, But for you, my love, you are equal in my eyes.

The monsters may tear us apart. but for you, my love, I will try my best to shield you from them.

The blades will try to strip away our identies, but for you, my love, I will win them back.

The heavens may scorn us, But my love, we aren't going there anyway.

The Hell may open his arms for us, but my love, we don't belong there either.

Jesters may laugh, and I say let them, because for you, my love, their remarks mean nothing.

Kings may bless us, but my love, we never needed his blessing anyway.

Queens may turn their noses up at us, but, my love, we never needed her anyway.

The wars may seperate us, but, my love, its a war I am willing to fight in.

As long as I get to stay with you,

Till Death Do Us Part.

performance poetry

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