Death
Death,
The one where you take
Your last breath
When the chaos of an earthquake
Appears as peaceful
As a lake
Though graceful like an eagle
Often seen as evil
Sometimes even deceitful
As the rality of the wishful
For they are but shackles
Used by the mighty jackal
In the end
Everything is artificial
It is just
That
Simple
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