Death Toll
in the midst of four families
coming together
to end a crisis
it begins
paying the toll
for crossing over
1 of each coin
tossed into the streets
this will take everyone
pay the piper
to release
your creator so he can be reborn
whatever happened
to a death we could not afford
walking all over the dirty money
would any angel notice?
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