Death’s heart

Death is the stealer of lives

Stealer of brothers, friends and wives

Stealer of souls

Stealer of everyone you love and behold

Death has no heart

No sympathy

No control

Death is dull

Because sweetheart

Death is dead too

You knew didn’t you?

That’s why death does these things to you

But who will mourn for death?  I or you?

Nay, your heart is dead too

Only you have no clue

Death swims in the deep blue

Drowning us all, in the miserable hue

Of life’s decay and that is the way it has to be

For an immortal soul to become free

Yay, now you see

How it’s got to be

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