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Death Coach
Black as the night
But glistening with all of the brilliance of the sun!
A coach of death...
A humming from the firey feet of the beast that pulls it's imense load!
Intimidatingly smooth
Enchantingly sharp
Perhaps it's your death that awaits inside
The simplicity of the machine...
The complexities of the man...
An alike bond between the two - he and his instrument
You may stare as long as you like...
Into the cold hollow face that is you...
For that is all you will be able to see!
And I, omnisciently, from within the realm of my shadow, will stare at you!
