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Death


I walk among you every single day You scream as I take your loved ones away I do my job whoever it may be: the little girl with cancer or the murderer in the seat She didn’t deserve it as much as he But that didn’t matter when I stopped her heartbeat I am blind to gender, age, and color I don’t care if I leave people on their knees I take who I come for, I do whatever I please You must understand, I don’t say it to be cruel But with a job like mine I do what I must do Even I must follow the rules I take sons and daughters from grade school I riddle the helpless with disease Don’t get me wrong I don’t enjoy what I do And don’t hate me because you refuse to let go like a fool I take it you won’t like it when I come for you You can try to hide but nothing escapes my view I’ll come in silence, for I do not breathe I know nothing but those whose time is due I come to both the unexpected and those who knew To many I’m a mystery and an inevitable threat But to others I’m a kind friend, a relief from the pain. What I do is quite humane So don’t fret my dear when I come for you Because I will take you even if you don’t want me to
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