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Apr 2020
Someday, one day, maybe sooner, perhaps later
You'll find yourself at the mercy of the one that shows and knows not mercy
The one with a vacuum in his chest, void of a heart and a soul
You'll be charmed by his grim and be compelled to follow his lead
No questions will be asked for you'll be as gullible as a new born baby
O! how the mighty fall and crumble on sight of his flowing robe and scythe
Eyes filled with such vast darkness which tells morbid tales

I can only hope you'll be able to look back at the home you'll be leaving behind
As you take a long walk with your newly found company
And be at peace with yourself, serene with no regrets
No assigned souls left untouched and no present unwrapped
No moments you'd like to rewrite and no wrongs to make right
No unfinished business to take care of
The journey is one way and your ticket will have been bought

And it's not like you'll even have a choice or stand a chance
Cos the music will be on and he'll most certainly have his dance
As he has done before, time and time again and as he'll still do
Been doing it for long in your shadow and even mine too
Gaining mastery of every step , trying different rhythm
Either in a tux or a tee-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans
This is the most fun part of the job so it has to be perfect
The dance of death
Written by
Danny  18/M/Never-never land
(18/M/Never-never land)   
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