Oh! Death
“OH! DEATH”
Oh! Death, a mystery thy still remains
A fearless murderer that forgets justice
A thief not of night but of time
A stealer of worthless items
Oh! Death, how happy you-make the bereaved
Thou are too real to be true
A professional in a career carnage
Too sophisticated to loss a battle started
Oh! Death, you tame the proud and the tough
A body made of air and a movement in gesture
So helpless thy victims always are
Like Israel in front of goliath
A friend to the deceased, but an enemy to the living
(Sighs) Oh! Death, Spare me not.
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