Death's Little Critter
Once the bug goes through your path
Your time will come to end.
Although he may not look like much,
The bug is not your friend.
He flies around, moves up and down
Looking for a place to land,
But no one can stop the fearful bit,
Not even the strongest man.
For once he lands he'll take his bite
And then your time is near.
The bite may take a couple seconds,
Days, months or years.
The chances of knowing when the bug will
Bite, are very slim to none.
One may avoid the bite once or twice,
But the bug is sure to come.
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