Death takes a stroll
And the bell chimes
As a soul in passing
Makes its phase a closing
Life ends so briefly
A decade, a century
The years may be
Yet death takes its stroll
Sweeping the earth
With its dark robe
Raising the dust in swirls
And cries that shrill
Tearing the silence of the night
Unsettling the calm of the day
Caring not whom it greets
Yea death takes its stroll
When its time is done
Darkness recesses is entered
Awaiting once again
When death comes out for a stroll
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