Whoever you are death will come, whether you are king, or simply scum. Wherever you go, death will follow, on Earth or Mars or even Apollo. No one escapes the angel of death, your spirit he'll claim, with your last breath.
In moments of death, your eyes will see, into other dimensions, restriction free. You will see the angels, and other creations, to those around you, hallucinations. But your tongue will fail, to reveal the truth, an eye for eye and tooth for tooth.
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