I might get hit by a bus,
but even then I will not fuss,
for if I where to die in vain,
I know it's only momentary pain,
God's arch angle he may send,
but it doesn't matter when the world will end,
don't dread it all and frown,
because in the end we all fall down.
Looking over your shoulder won't help much,
you might just walk off a cliff and such,
you can't look out when your a sleeper,
when you least expect it - here comes the reaper,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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