I am not afraid of Death.
I am mystified by it.
I am entranced and spellbound.
Is it a person or a concept?
Is Death watching me right now?
Is Death waiting for me?
When I sleep I dream of Death and when I wake I dream of it still.
I walk this world in a haze of grey, never seeing, never knowing.
Death's cold touch does not frighten me.
His shroud will be my blanket, my headstone: my pillow.
He leadeth me to still, silent waters.
I see him in the shadows, I see him in the light.
Every path leads to him.
He is enevitability, he is inescapable.
He whispers in my ear and tells me secrets.
Do you want to know what he says?
Do you want to know the words he speaks or the tongue in which he speaks them?
Will you die before the world ends or will the world end before you let him take you?
Do you want to be surprised?
Death is the end, Death is always the end.
He lingers always and everywhere, even in the epilogue.
I am mystified by it.
I am entranced and spellbound.
Is it a person or a concept?
Is Death watching me right now?
Is Death waiting for me?
When I sleep I dream of Death and when I wake I dream of it still.
I walk this world in a haze of grey, never seeing, never knowing.
Death's cold touch does not frighten me.
His shroud will be my blanket, my headstone: my pillow.
He leadeth me to still, silent waters.
I see him in the shadows, I see him in the light.
Every path leads to him.
He is enevitability, he is inescapable.
He whispers in my ear and tells me secrets.
Do you want to know what he says?
Do you want to know the words he speaks or the tongue in which he speaks them?
Will you die before the world ends or will the world end before you let him take you?
Do you want to be surprised?
Death is the end, Death is always the end.
He lingers always and everywhere, even in the epilogue.
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