It's a festive night
While people enjoy their banquet
But i know, that soon they will perish.
Because as i draw near the silky building
Every living creature there will turn to rust.
Cheers of festive, on this new year's eve
Soon enough, people will experience untolarable grief.
As I'll come and steal their life, like a thief.
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Lost Poems of Death
PoetrySince the existence of life, death has always written poems. Sharing its grief to no one.
