Death!! Death!!! Death!!!!

I made this sonnet for our project in Literature...
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Any comments?
Violent Reactions? LOL.
Suggestions?
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I'm not really great with poetry, but I think it's fine.
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(P.S. my mom gave me that title)

Devotedly Yours
Oh, Death my dear fusty fere has't cometh.
Thou hath crept through the visage of the Earth.
Blessed art the men whom thou wilt chooseth,
For thou hath madeth life back to rebirth.

Thy cold and thy pallor hands feeleth warm,
That will vade morrow even to its foe.
Those gents has't putteth thee abhor to storm.
But sure hath not seen thy auspicious plough.

But, Death, how I longed to feeleth amort.
Or welcome thy slow caress through my name,
Or has't my death-bed beest places without boart.
Lest I eft to wend with thee without fame.

Ay, I has't addressed for thee aye since birth,
For ay with thee, I hold the greatest mirth

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