Shall death strike me like a bullet through my temple,
pierce my flesh and heart with its blades,
mangle and crush my bones beneath its weight,
poison or corrupt my health with it's vile,
or simply open up the earth and make my grave?
shall it creep and stalk me like a beast on its prey,
push me down deep crevices and ravines,
or pull and drown me under any of these abysmal seas?
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