Death
Death is forever present
It lingers in the air
It holds no prejudice
Because it everywhere
Age if makes no difference
Time & place it always comes
Its accuracy
It always wins
There’s so many hats it can wear
Coming so many different shapes & sizes
There’s such a wide variety
The way one may die
A bomb strapped to a woman
Or wrapped around a child
Are just a couple of ways
Of human suicide
A bullet in the head
Or stepping on a mine
It doesn’t matter
Death is right on time
There’s no need to worry
For when the time comes
Death will be left stand
And that battle won
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