The Art Of Death

As day turns to night

And night turns to day

I walk through the shadows

Stalking my pray

There is no escaping

There is no defying

The horrible truth

Ends with you dying

I consume your souls

I feed off your sins

As with each life I take

Another begins

I will be right here with you

A chill that's not the wind

I will be right here with you

Happily until the end

You will know who I am

The day that you meet me

You will pass with vigor

The light you will see

I show no pity

I will take any age

There is no certain way

Your death will be staged

I am feared by all

You, your child, your wife

Upon departure you will see

There is no after life

Once finished with me

I will take all

Not just the Best

I am the one and only

The renowned DEATH

Written By Jeff Hartle

4-18-08

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time for death to take a holiday. Or at least a 3 day weekend.

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