Death is inevitable,
It’s something you can’t escape,
it comes ever closer,
taking its shape.
If it’s the barrallel if a gun
or a deadly disease,
It comes ever closer
not hearing your pleas.
If it’s the spikes of jealousy,
or the poison of betrayal,
The story of death,
is always a sad tale.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Death is inevitable,
It’s something you can’t escape,
it comes ever closer,
taking its shape.
If it’s the barrallel if a gun
or a deadly disease,
It comes ever closer
not hearing your pleas.
If it’s the spikes of jealousy,
or the poison of betrayal,
The story of death,
is always a sad tale.
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