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-Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For 
they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine 
glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of 
friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best 
sense, ever present, because immortal.- William Peen, More Fruits of Solitude


D- Death is like a mirror, everyone faces it
E- Compare it to history, you can't Erase it
A- After life it comes, good or bad?
T- True we go to a better place, but we still feel sad
H- Haters try hard to Hide from it

E- Evade death huh, don't even try it
V- Inevitable since birth, it's like a Virus
E- Enter our nose and irritate it like a sinus
N- When it comes to dying, don't ever say Never

A- Death is one smart being, Accept that he's clever
F- Friends turn to Foes
F- Foes turn to Friends
E- By the time we begin our bond, it will be the End
C- The way He gets us without warning, very Cunning
T- Trying to get away, don't even start running
S- My advice to you haters, try to Survive

T- Because right next to you is where death Thrives
H- Let me contradict myself, inside you is His Home
A- Forget who you kick it with because you die Alone

H- Haters go to hell where you feel real Heat
A- Where you must bow to kiss the Fallen Angel's feet
T- Down there you won't act Tough
E- Now we're Even, your punishment is rough
R- It is coming fast, prepare the Ritual
S- Death Selects everyone and touches every individual

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