DEATH'S PREY (T is for Thoughtful)

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Death stalks the highways looking for road kill

Death stalks the byways looking for easy prey


Come on

Drink yourself to Death


I will welcome you with open arms

I will embrace your foolishness


Come on

Drug yourself to Death


I make no distinction

Either will do for my purposes


No sadness will I embrace

As I collect my dues


Come,

Be foolish


Come,

Drink and drive

Use drugs and drive


Death is permanent

There's no coming back


I don't mind

I don't care about the heartbreak you leave behind

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