How Did Death Find Me

How did death find me? I thought I was just dreaming. O like seriously I slapped death. I know you can't! But I just did. Look! This is how I reprobated his blue. I fetched the sky for him to sip Since his throat was dusty Like the harmattan. Yet still smile did not dance on his face. Again! The waft of the volcano slapped him up So he was dripping here like a crying bottle Filled with unflustered water. Poor you! O poor you! Look! I pleaded with the heavens For the seed of air Since Mr. Death was dripping here Like nobody's business. Hm, hm, hm. I can't believe this. Mr. Death is indeed a Judas. Upon all the things I did for you, Mr. Death, You made me devour the knife. O Mr. Death, So can you crunch the moon? O Mr. Death, O Mr. Death, Did you know deep within that I'm more than a Victor? No, you don't! Yes! I know very well you don't!