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Death Lives
Do not fear death
For it comes for us all.
You can hide in a hole
But you are still it’s thrall.
No matter at your desk
Or in a war.
Death comes knocking
On your door.
A new born infant
Or a feeble old man.
Death is alive
In running sands.
Live your life ‘til it’s full
Of memories of days
When death seem far away
Until you’re chosen as the slain.
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