Ab"sin"the

dEATh

There's a tool
That summons our shadows
Into existence

It plants regrets
In the minds of people
All it does is take

Truly, it is inevitable
But still it comes with grief
And it is still the most feared

It comes without asking
You can call it an intruder
Or maybe a burglar

Whoever it desires
It takes away
Without any concern

Its name is death
But it doesn't scare me

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