its there as i weep for protection,
its acidic tounge creating infction,
its wrath unknown to man,
but dont think it cant kill for it can!

the rage of a thousand warriors,
the clasp of a million men,
is there a saviour from this creation?
no! we are all doomed to him!

so why try to stop it
for its revenge heart attack or fit,
it rein will always give it pleasure,
as it laughs out loud, just for its leasure!

just one thing i can say,
a powerful word created,
our future! our past!
death is all that will last...

Ashley Reeves (male)(13)

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-203/