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Death


My name is dark, and has a dark meaning.

I make men return back to the earth.

Many people pretend, I don't exist, yet I am very real.

I put an end to wordly pleasures.

I am a punishment of our first parent's mistake.

I bring an end to suffering and pain.

I am the cause of many grief in the world.

no one can escape from me. I come to people no matter if they are poor, rich, evil, righteous, married, or single.

 

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