Death's Theory
People listen when Death
joins the conversation.
If it's anyone else other
than Death, may the fool's
ears remained closed with
a tight seal.
The moment we're about to die
is when people listen and wanna
deal with us. Other than that,
we're just nothing but trash,
blowing in the street that
people are too lazy to pick
up.
We're blowing away for a reason, you know.
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