DEATH
Those icy hands With a touch of destruction A The cold wind that blows Only breeze of grief Both young and old All shall have a dose In it's embrace is untimely departure Whether prepared or not Leaves a vacuum that mostly can't be filled The only things that live on are LEGACY and memories Love feels lost Life feels vulnerable When death is king Indeed death is cruel
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