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Death's Indiscriminate
Death never favours Death does not discriminate between Saints and sinners losers and winners Princes and paupers followers or leaders Dependents or breadwinners The fatter or thinner Those who over ate of life's banquet and those who austerely skipped its dinner. Or the healed and the healers the kinder or the meaner The angels of death almost acting as finders keepers Today to lie in shrouds and coffins yesterday's pall bearers But many sigh with relief when it kills the killers It's upto us to part from the world as loved good doers Ah death may just knock at anybody's lock. Death is indiscriminate yet curse it not for it's a mere transition to another new more perfect world We didn't enjoy coming into this world either judging from all that bawling we did as newborns When we're born we cry but our folks happily rejoice but we don't when we die when our folks weep in mourning voice. As human bones upon death gather dust and are merged and lost in the earth's crust The souls fly to heaven coz they must.
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