The KIller

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    The KIller

    I have been around since the late 70's. They did not know what I was at first, nor what to call me?

    Eventually they gave me mine first name. Cause I started off as a virus. Which I take over your body rapidly. Sure the doctors give you all these medications to keep you living. But, it does not get rid of me.

    I don't care what race you are, your financial situation, nor how famous you are? I will get you when you least excepted. So take every precaution so you won't get me.

    Then I turn into a disease of course. That's where my second name comes in at. I will get you to your death bed soon enough. After I have wore your body down. You will want to give up on life. So have you figured out who I'am?

    Well, let me give you a hint: As I Died Slowly, Just take the first four letters and put them together. And that's me.

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    Darkfire commented on The KIller

    06-08-2009

    I knew it, you gave it away too easily, try and make it alot harder for the reader to know what the real end of the poem is going to look like.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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