Death is a devil,
who lurks in shadows.
It takes lives and it
clutches hearts firmly.

It lives inside caves
and cannot be caught.
Death abhors love and
this is not a lie.

Death is the one in
disguise. It can be
a stain or a man.
It won’t be denied.

It knows when to strike.
All things must pass. No
one’s time belongs to
them. Death will take it.

This world is not for
us. This world is not
for me. Death controls
our existence. It

lies to us always.
This world is not ours.

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