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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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