Death Birth

Death Birth

You get
up into
Life

And all
there is
around

A Silent
War

The idea
to kill
you

Over a
time

As each
day unfolds

The nail
of death
into you

You spring
on

Unknowingly into
the play

Of life
and death

A miss
here

And a
miss there

You dancin
around

Someone saves
you

And the
opposite man

Stabs a
knife through
you

There is
a woman
around

Who runs
to cover
her hand

With the
wound in
me

The blood
stops

Only for
a moment

And the
rest history

Caution: This might be all theory

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