To live or to take life

To kill is to die.
Blood does not mix well
With the human mind;
Oil & water, but we must die,
Killed by life well lived
Or too short to enjoy,
To know the value of death.
& when blood, incurred
With wrath, touch body,
Something happens; like acid
Eroding earth, air eating iron,
You become deformed, incomplete.
Yet life kills random, careless
& the earth is littered with
The graves of small deeds even
On the floor; the last gasp
Of an ant, the grand plot
Of a spider's web, the patience
Of a gecko ogling the coming night.
To kill is to know, to die
Is to forget all knowledge.
You have killed, your eyes wild,
Your blood on boil, & how small
Do you feel, how long do you
Take before the tiny black door
Beckons to you, opens wide, warm,
Sweet before you & shows you
The truth; to kill is to be
Shackled, to die is to be free?

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