Death

DEATH Paddle round the world, Born in one destiny, The three in one trinity, Reckon dust, death pave our eternity, Gathered in one phenomenon and gentility, Ah Mr. Death, knows none nor age, wrage old and young in ravage, Vital instrument you kill, Beyond couldn’t see, Oh death thy ways are meek and slow, Your did harden to be known, Tears can’t hold the dress it stains; Death has taken its place. By Divine Atabod