Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
Humpty lies dead on the ground,
All the king's men - on the floor they pound,
And from their eyes flood terrified tears,
Humpty alive - their new worst fear.
Humpty Dumpty, up it rises,
It don't need no help, nor disguises.
Smiling happily like the old days,
Crimson splatters, corpses decay.
Up Humpty goes, onto the wall,
Push, push, soldiers fall.
Closing its eyes, it counts to ten,
It doesn't put them together again.
Humpty laughs, happily so,
Down it jumps, to the king, go.
Humpty Dumpty's alive again,
And your life ends.
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Poetry of Death
Poetry"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
