Death

by Hayden Nation   Sep 21, 2011


Death is coming again,
No it's time for the end.
Embrace his tight hold,
His icy touch makes you cold.
Here comes Death again
Prepare for the end
Hold that razor tight
As you slip into the night.
Death is here, my friend
This is the time for the end
You find your peace at last
As you fade away and pass.

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