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Death Is

Death is singing to her own tune; yet, we can’t find the beat to dodge her rhythm.

Our estranged ways has left the compass of our hearts, begging for her mercy!

Looking up for answers, but the stars have fallen.

The ground rumbles..ready to swallow us whole.

What is left, but right...Right?!

Death is dancing her way through homes; as if, we owe her for the shelter she didn’t provide.

Sacrificed temples...bare and cold.

No artifacts to prove their existence.

Death is playing her instruments proudly across the land.

Her audience witness, while she orchestrates her next song.

If we listen long enough.. Death. Becomes. Our. Song..

She will use us as the key to lock us in eternally.


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