And there he walks,
Down that bridge,
Looking for someone to take,
His peeling eyes,
And his cold hard smile,
His innocence, just like a snake.
He leaves a trail of destruction behind,
But yet so smooth with his game,
There’s non that dare cross his path,
For ‘Death’ is his real name.
He says, I know not why,
Why people run and cry,
When I come passing by,
The knife, the rope, the pills and the gun,
Lead me to them,
And the mistakes they have done,
From where I just do my task.
This world you see,
At its corrupted state now,
Could use more beings like me,
For all I do,
With those souls in pain,
Is finally set them free.
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