Death
Oh death, death, death
When will you feast be over?
When will you be gratified?
When will get exhausted?
when will all your energy be used up?
When will you excuse yourself?
When will your own spell come to you?
When will your heart be content?
For all of us are anxious for you retirement
Copyright © Mayra Lucas | Year Posted 2007
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