When you die
Die a slow death
Make every gusp of air
Your last breath.
Life would be meaningless
When you give up your last breath
Life would be history
When you re-live the past
Death would spook
When it whispers it's calling
Death would become your creep
When you adhere to it's falling
Are you ready?
Ready to answer it's calling.....!
To join your forefathers......
And your godfathers......
The grim Reaper,
Will come for you.
Set a date with you,
And array your passage....
©diabetic
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