My Friend Death (Poem)

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Look there – stoic vultures circling
Soon to feed as end’s approaching

My friend, this spells you’re dying bad
And sadly there’s just no time for that

Brave face bud, need to get up off your knees
Death is not someone you leave standing

2018

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