Death,
Death is taking Humanity apart,
Most say of love,
But I see hate,
Some say that they care,
But all they need is money,
Waste our time for pittance,
Death is not worth a glory,
Even it take's a man's fate to the ground,
Holding on my grounds,
I find value on what is worth a Glorious moment in life.
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