Death
Death has no favorites
Neither has he any friends.
Mother's crying as their babies dying
Doesn't it scare you?
So cold, so lonely yet so peaceful,
The darkness draws near as the angels sigh.
Heaven awaits and hell stands by,
Father hear me!
As we lay down to die.
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