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Sep 2015
Death is strange,
Death is time, death is like a flame,
We were born innocent,
But as the clock hand travels,
The wave of sin comes by,
Surfing into your heart,
Like a fire, small fire,
It eats up your heart,
Consuming every part of your soul,
Anger
Hatred
And Fear
It burns,
The is no running away
There is no exit
It will hunt you like a shark as your life drift away,
Only time has the power to stop it,
But time never stops,
Death is time.
Alif Mohd Fadzly
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Alif Mohd Fadzly
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