Death is like a bullet,
coming quick and accurate.
Taking your breath with it,
on a long journey to the depths of hell.
Your soul captured,
a delicacy of gods!
Your heart thrown away,
for it could not love no more!
Your voice silenced,
from the terrifying horror.
Each second you get older,
each second closer to death,
each second you must hold onto,
it doesn't hurt to the one who....
remembers!
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