In the end,
all come to me..
Rich,
poor,
I care not about who you use to be..
Undertaker,
shepherd of the dead..
Death takes your soul,
I collect what's left..- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
Undertaker
In the end,
all come to me..
Rich,
poor,
I care not about who you use to be..
Undertaker,
shepherd of the dead..
Death takes your soul,
I collect what's left..- C. Pantoja