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Death

Eh, I'm not too concerned, But trust me that behavior is learned, Maybe it's just overexposure, That I'm not looking over my shoulder For the grim reaper to get me, Even though I can feel the heat From his breath On the back of my neck, While his skeleton feet are always in check With the tracks of my boots, And it's not that the danger doesnt compute, People often stop us and ask If we all just put on masks, But the truth is not a lie, Everyday I wake up prepared to die, Because if I have to meet my maker today, I know exactly what He'll say, That the firefighter infront of him, Risked everything when chances were slim To save a life I didnt know, And for that my wings will always glow, So to you death is the word, That breaks your heart and makes you sob, But to me, it's all just part of the job.
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Jul 22, 2011
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