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Angel of death standing in swirling souls,

waiting at the base of every life’s tree.

We all attempt to hide from his grim scrolls,

for when he comes he will ignore our plea.



Time ticks on as he goes about his task,

sucking out light as we quickly transcend.

Skulking around behind his pearl white mask,

causing our death before we can transcend.



Screams of those who have gone before our time,

heard in the dark as he takes his stealth pass.

Then we start our inevitable climb,

never again feeling our feet on grass.



Life as we know it gone into the mist,

dead then forever not knowing what was missed.