Death

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Death is a dark thing
You close your eyes
And your breath leaves
Your muscles relax
And liquids leave your body

You can die any ways though
You can die on death row
You can die while putting on a show
You can get in a car wreck
You could break your neck

It could be a peaceful escape
Or a horrific accident
that was taken place
It could be dying with out knowing
Or hoping that you die so you don't
Have to reap what you are sowing

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