DEATH
Like a stream of waters flowing into the sea
That is how death takes one without a say
Like a neccessary evil
It does not care about ones ego
Devouring both the young and old with it invisible venom
It brings nothing but sorrowful laughter in the vicinity with sheer perversity
Wishes are made for it to be a choice
But even fairies could not make it a choice
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