Death Is Blind
Death sits waiting in a speical place,
she waits until we run the race.
And when the race is finally over,
she cuts our life like fresh mowed clover.
Be not afraid for death is blind.
She comes to all so please be kind.
Welcome her with open arms,
and you will see her hidden charms.
Our souls will trave and adhere,
to laws that govern that frontier.
We will no longer be confined,
and we will see when we are blind.
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