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“Death 'Coming'”
Can you hear the reaper knocking
Can you feel the reaper stalking
you can't run from him
the lights begin to dim
Why not just stop, drop to your knees
and beg for your soul,
it won't matter
for the fact that you now belong,
you now belong to hell
and he will bribe and sell
your soul.. knowing that your last
chance to hear, could be the bells
Sometimes you just have to let go and know that you can't escape death. It happeneds. Great poem*s* I have read a couple they are really good. Deep
~EmC~