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Jul 2016
A few times without air,
comes a pale horse.
dressed on dark shaded suicide,
if ****** was a face lift.
then that the mask it wore.

with power it was endorse,
over the fourth of the earth.
To **** with sword, hunger and even the breathed beast of mother earth.
it's the sadist Death!

it doesn't come only ones.
it exist in two phases
when searched through the pages,
your name wasn't found in
the other the face for the rest of your days.
it is called the "second death
most living praise the dead.
oh death is hazy and foggy
there my sorrow will be played down lowly.
but what if, u leave this world not born holy.
Written by
Kome victory  Nigeria
(Nigeria)   
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