Many died and leave the strive
While all that remains are left to thrive
Now, if death comes with a frowning knife
Can I say, do not take my life
Many died and leave this world
This cruel world, but we are not getting bored
Now, if death comes with a bladeless sword
Can I say, do not shed my blood
Many died and stopped the run
We are here staring at the sun
Now, if death comes with a merciless gun
Can I say, it's not yet my turn
Death doesn't come with a bell and gong
It comes with the lyrics of a new sorrowful song
Mixed with tears that keeps flowing on
Flowing towards another dirge that is yet to sung
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