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The Death Drum

THE DEATH DRUM BEAR IN MIND THAT DEATH IS A DRUM THAT BEATS FOREVER IT BEATS TO CALL THOSE WITH LIMITED DAYS HERE ON EARTH IT BEATS OUT LOUD GON GON GON THE BEAT GOES ON IT CALLS AND CALLS FOR EVERYONE BOY OR GIRL YOUNG OR OLD, WOMAN OR MAN RICH OR POOR SICK OR HEALTHY SAD OR HAPPY THIEF OR PROPHET SINNER OR RIGHTEOUS BLACK OR WHITE I CAN NAME THEM ALL BUT EVERYONE’S CALLED EVERYONE HEARS THE SOUND OF THE DRUM IT BEATS FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT FROM SUNDAY TO SUNDAY FROM JANUARY TILL DECEMBER THE DRUM GOES ON BUT I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ITS SOUND I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT CALLING MY NAME FOR I STILL WANT TO ENJOY MY DAYS HERE ON EARTH

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Date: 7/4/2017 10:50:00 AM
What a different take on death! "Death is a drum"-brilliant!
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