Because I Cannot Stop For Death

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Because I cannot stop for Death,
The Host of passage will oblige.
And thus shall quiet take my breath,
In disbelief must I abide.
 
Will I be running for a bus,
Because I cannot stop for Death.
Is there no other way for us,
To keep me from eternal rest?
 
I don’t believe in being blessed,
To have another chance at life.
Because I cannot stop for Death,
That waits to cut me like a knife.
 
The test I’m given will I fail,
I know I haven’t much time left.
If you could only post my bail,
Because I cannot stop for Death.