What a Competition
(true feelings)
Death compete with me for souls
I was never interested in.
They were the ones interested in me.
Death jealousy is at rage for these souls
That I am not in care for them except for my son.
The competition is very strong
I can feel it it's hard to egnore
but I have no interest for for death competition.
For it's a deal made years ago and sealed.
Death is making a fool of it self
For it competing by itself.
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