Death

Death

Death looks
at you

Quizzes you
about your
large wish

You look
back

And trail
your life

Your glimpses
of childhood

And you
hear someone
laughin

You face
the kindness
of books

And words
come to
you

Now you
must turn
a page

And face
the heat
of blood
& sweat

Drippin into
the world
around

You must
grind your
hands

Into the
big wheel
of fortune

They gave
you feet

To spin
magic

Now you
are out

All alone
as a
old man

Facin the
music of
slaps on
you

With the
6 feet
hole nearby

Death callin
it a
day

And you
unmoved

Caution: This might be all theory

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