Death πβ οΈ
Death is the door of life and dead It can be emptied and closed by a deity It never informed of who he would chew Had I known I would have flown Like a bird Death it's the fate of every creation to die I wonder if they were aware They will have prepared and hurt their fear Death is a god who makes kids lose their parents, as a shadow who disappears Oh! Death don't come to me!!!!! Yowhoatmakese brothers lose their sisters You opened your mouth and the door of dead And chew some men and flew.
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