Breathing, the saint of life worshipped for survive. Serving the time with sins and remorseful good deeds, all the kind and cruel will be paid here indeed. Here comes the King of all with feathers of divine time, to make the karma recall with his horns of prime. Nectar, elixir, holy won't stand when time scrolls down to infant. His hundreds of bony fingers counts down the breath. Worth of respect, the Mightiest he is the "God of Death". God of death #thanatos will listen to none. Old poems form childhood horrors, some new editings...Memories. For more in lane #khchildhoodhorrorss One of my favorite topics. Death #hundred #hundredpoem #godofdeath #yqpoem #yqbaba #yourquotes
