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Death comes for you in the dead of night. Doing his job for what he thinks is right. To take a soul and deliver it to HELL, just kike throwing stones into a bottomless well.
On a pale horse in the dark night he rides, killing in scores and taking in strides. With wings of death and a skull of lies, a face of pain with fire for eyes.
It’s a job of sorrow and a life of pain, riding the clouds endlessly living in vain. Our faith will fail and the nightmares will come true. Love will be lost when death comes for you.
Beware the night when death will come. He will strike down an unbelievable sum. Heed this warning and make no mistakes, for when he comes, your life he will take. When he does, just hide your face, as these are his words, “You are taking my place!”
DEATH Can Be Lonesome !?!
By: Andi Feyrtr Copyright: 2/92
Published: National Library of Poetry
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