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Yang Dec 2020
Death always brings us to our knees
For He holds the keys
Death makes us humble
And not to mumble
Open your eyes
Embrace your cries
Don’t sigh
And welcome death
Yang Dec 2020
When he tries to help me
I’m like a mine bomb
About to off
And him being the victim
Will be blown into pieces

And he steps right onto
Those bombs.

— The End —