The debt that all must pay |
XIII. Death ![]() The reaper's scythe all things reclaims the stillborn babe, the old, the lame Yet do not mourn when its arc ceases Death transforms all it releases If his work were to amend All change and ends subside A fate far worse than any blight No growth, or rest from strife |
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