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A thrilling poem about different ways to die. |
| Death options When the day comes, You lend your will To someone you love, When you get ill. The sword may be a choice, A stab or a wound When someone sneaks up, You’re pretty much doomed. You could consider poison, If needs be You lead a life of pain and despair, It is effective you see. You might try a bullet, From a golden gun The trigger is pulled And you’re dead and done. There are many more paths, If you choose to go left Something may come along, Like the grim spector of Death. |