Death
I have looked in the eyes of death
.....and it is careless
It shares no sympathy for its victims
Frail and shivering before this mighty God
With a shadow as far as time
A slight grin curls its greedy lips blackened by the feast of the taking
I have looked in the eyes of death....
And saw myself.
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