Died then by the house, about many moons back;
Then rose he, rejuvenated and ever stronger,
And death with his creepy claws fled yonder.
O a great man indeed, who by the pole now stands
Atop the hill near the house Tumbuna understands.
Then death returns with a vengeance;
Confronting many a wise men who'd flee.
And neither dread nor hope will surely be
There, when he who'd died & rose then created
This certain death, shall be resoundingly negated.
By: Jeffrey Febi 16 Mar 2011
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