Death

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Death lurks

Behind that corner

Across that bend

Its colors

All different

Some see black

Others see white

Sky blue, sea green,

blood red

We all die sometime

Some sooner than others

But everyone dies

When its there time

Weather they pick it

Or not.

So when you go

What will you see

The black of evil,

the white of heaven,

the blue of the sky,

the green color of water

or the

crimson red of blood?

Im still not sure

What I myself shall see.

But I hope its pretty

Death comes to everyone

When its your time

Weather you choose it

Or not.

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