"Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men"
(DbNP)
This is MY type of poem! I am a rather bitter, negative person, although I'm also extremely happy 24/7. The speaker in this poem reminds me a lot of me. He (or so I presume) tears death to pieces with his words. When I get really mad at something, I get really mad. The author seems to as well. I think he's saying that Death is just a blink in eternity. Sure, we all have to die. After death, however, an entirely more awesome journey begins. Death seems to be portrayed as a play ground bully and the author is reminding it that it has no friends and it preys on the weak. I LOVE it!
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