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Death takes on the dress of white,

while sitting in the hand of God.

Darkness dripping overhead,

while prodding the game along.



Ruins crumbling to the ground,

never to see the light of day,

Deep blue night covers the ground,

while waiting for his coat to change.



Then we'll die and burn in hell,

if we do not change our ways.

Only we can change our fate,

and make him change the game.