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Death Is Like A Cold Dark Cloak,

It Gets It's Grip & Then You Choke.

It Is So Final And Abrupt,

Your Petty Life It Will Disrupt.



When Death It Comes There Is No Out,

No Matter How You Scream & Shout.

It's Like A Cloud That Eats You Whole,

Your Very Heart & Soul It Stole.



Sometimes Death Can Be Embraced,

But Then Your Life It Is Erased.

You Can Entice It's Bold Attack,

If Joy Of Living You Do Lack.



Sometimes It Seems It Takes The Best,

Can Take You Working Or At Rest.

Death It Doesn't Really Care,

Will Take Your Life Because You're There.



To Me This Worry Won't Arise,

I Have No Fear That I'll Disguise.

I Welcome It With Open Arms,

That Way I'm Rid Of Life, It's Harms.