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Apr 2018
Rummage at these bones
Your stomach must be filled today
Hallucinations of your tomb stone
You must not be led astray
Woe the passing time
You cannot allow life to play like a pantomime
Oh the angel of death is coming
Pushing and shoving
None shall get in his way
I pray it is not the end today.
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