Death

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Death

Death is unbearable,

It gives us everlasting grief.

It's not something that's wearable,

Or something you need to see

Sadness will reign,

Upon the unwanted

Help we'll scream

Like we are haunted

Tears roll down

We sniffle (Oh no)

It's him right now

It's time to go

He'll take us with him

For he is grim

His eyes will rise

That's when you'll know

that it's time

Death is unbearable to find and see

But it'll come soon for you and me

So please don't think or say his name

For you will be the one to blame.

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