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I, Death

I’m a harbinger of sorrow
Who will I visit next? You don’t know
I take them all, I have no choice
Men and women, girls and boys

I don’t love, I don’t hate
It’s my job, a mandate
There must be tears, there must be grief
Woe to myself, a heartless thief

The old and the young
The weak and the strong
The good and the bad
In all, I’m never sad

I reduce great men to dust
Eternal sleep at no cost
I’m the worst fear of the feeble
I am Death, see me and tremble

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