I Am Death

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    I Am Death
    I stand tall against the wind
    Whipping me hair out before me
    I pull me sword
    Looking down at the enemy
    That stands before me
    Them not knowing they face their deaths
    I am a weapon
    When unleashed unstoppable
    Giving no quater nor mercy
    I cry no tears
    For they are gone
    My heart is stone
    I will do my duty
    I will kill all
    Who stand before me
    I am death in the flesh
    Do not fear me
    Only accept you fate

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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