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Death
Death
(andaree form)
This thief comes anytime of the day and night
With claws of raptor sharper than scythe
Grabbing us, loved ones or friends
Mortality ends
Soul departs
Hence
Lift our hearts
To God, He stays, tends
Transgressions, offenses mends
So that at hour of death we find the light
This thief comes anytime of the day and night.
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Len Gasun
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