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Death
Deadly, silent, quick, and cold Happens after you get old. Always coming after you. Floating pain stinging sharp Feeling just like a playing dart. From your chest deep within Going after all your kin. Pick them off one by one Till your family's life is done. Together forever you will be There for all eternity.
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