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Pursued of Death
[Psalm of obsession] Sleep with the remembrance of Death, and rise with the thought that you will not live long. - Dwais El-Qarni He huffs and puffs impatiently, anxious at seizing a moment unknown of mercy He scavenges on me breath in every nook He fossicks after me soul in every cranny - as He pounds verily hard on me footsteps and whilst His nostrils unravel me existence upon horizons dreary [Time possesses nay reprieve] His, ain't a pogue, but a sledgehammer trademarked of fatality. Patience oughtn't be His becoming, 'cause, either He do or die ... DEATH, i've realized, will have to do - for, if not, none will be left to inject mortality's folly upon me: DEATH rather DIE me. He runs on a velocity terrifying than the throbbing of me heartbeat; the pursuit grows desperate every time. He endorses that i speculate of Him a fore i taste Him. lately, D E A T H stalks me shadow as of a nocent marauder devoid of mercy ... irrespective!
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