by S.C. Kleinhans

Created on: August 19, 2009

Life itself is an unwieldy death sentence.

There is no chance for any repentance.

We are born with invisible expiration dates.

Unruly bar codes, ultimately deciphered by Fate.

Unmanageable obstacles will certainly cry.

As they uneasily and unwarily swim by.

Watching us as we wander; pitying us as we ponder.

Slithering and slicing through the stormy waters.

We have been cleansed of everything except death.

Life will lovingly toy with us until our last breath.

We pass on all our arrogance and sins

to our unsuspecting sons and daughters.

They too will follow our trail through the perilous waters.

The death sentence hangs high like a lovely noose.

Freedoms' fruity elixir turned out to be a jinxed juice.

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