A Blasphemous Proclamation

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Death, death, death,

Stop speaking as if you know,

As if you know what it is to take breath,

For you never have you sly crow,


Tell me not of my experiences,

For life I need not live,

To know life's competences,

As well as what life does not give,


How is it you can say,

For you've not seen life's joy,

Because of you we must all pay,

Because of you and your infernal ploy,


I am the saviour of all,

I bring peace to the living,

I catch them when they fall,

Rest I am always giving,


You act as a temperamental child,

You are the spark of evil in this world,

Us by your words will never be beguiled,

Of words of hate you are the herald.


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