Death
Death is sweet
Death is fine
Death is perfect
every time
Death does not
discriminate
Death does not
fabricate
Death is pure
throughout all time
He does not want
He does not yearn
He only makes
you
burn
He rips out your spleen
He smiles and gleans
He breaks
your arm
He tears
you down
Don't even bother
to make a frown
He wants to
kill
He wants your
shrill
Scream to tickle
his ears
He loves it when
he hears
The cries of death
escape your lips
But now
he rips
Out your heart
ends your life
Now your in
some awful strife
Die!
Die!
Cry!
Cry!
Scream, blood curling
your back bends
Bends back and breaks
now it all ends
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