O death! ! ! Why is the reason behind your actions unknown
Where can our oceans meet
That l may accuse you of injuctice and wickedness
Why does your action transform vibrancy to nothing but dust
Why, why but why?
Why leaving the condemned to commit more atrocities and montrousness
The just spend but a moment
This may be because you don't want them to have a hard taste of corruption
Through your actions;
Homes are broken,
Hearts are divided,
Tears and pains abound
Think, think, thinkless death
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