Death is a widow

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My eyes begged for mercy
I stared at the sky
Will to run away from this treachery
If only there was a way out

I looked at the black shadow
It was sad, almost pitiful
To see her as drenched widow
That's how I saw my captor

You saw your worst fears
As the image of it
I saw myself drenched in tears
That is how I saw death

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