Death
Death
A mystery one cannot define.
Class means nothing to you
As you take both rich and poor.
Timeless you are as you visit anytime
You bring sorrow and never joy
You are invincible yet very potent
You dwell in Circumstances and nature
It’s impossible to stop you when you strike
Where is your sting you mystery
Mystery of the dark
Mystery of mysteries
Mystery never welcomed
I wait for my time as no one is exempted
An appointment we all must keep
It’s not far
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