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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.
Written by HadesRising
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