-Death-

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Death is beating on my door

There's nothing I can do

To save my sorry soul

This will be end of me

I'm on someone

To come and set me free

The agonizing pain

I'm standing on the brink of death

All my efforts were in vain

Now under the command

Of Death, I'm powerless

No mercy in his skeletal hands

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