Imagery
In the cold, dusk evening
A man comes to you in his dark silky cloth
You can see the pale white hands
On one and he's clutching a sort of pamphlet
As you look closely you see your name written on it
Closer and closer he gets to you
And by the time he gets to you it's too late
Your life has met a certain fate
Life flashes before your eyes, and then you see
That death will come for you and me
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