The End of An Existence
Like dusk coming, my end is nearing...
it's the end of an existence;
ask me about anything
that I desired to do
before dying:
love myself...
a bit
more?
When death comes knocking as a mad man
I have to halt its hand ready
to strike me and finish me;
there was a great mission
I was assigned to do:
and being this old
is no obstacle!
I'm still strong,
to fight
blight!
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