DEATH
With instincts
Distinct in its' precinct
It lies low
Flies above
And remains aloft
In its power remover state
It moves about
To and fro it goes
Until it finds its prey
Rich or Poor
Cowardly or Bold
Master or Servant
Lazy or Mighty
Healthy or Sick
Slow or Fast
Strong or Weak
In its physical form
It was defeated
In its abstract
It was unseen
And hovers around its prey
Until the time is come
The die is cast
And the command is given
The soul is taken
When the line is cut
That connects
Life to the body
DEATH!!!
A tear to many
A joy to others
A curse to some
A blessing in disguise
It is to you
What you choose it to be
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