Death’s Hand
A chill with no breeze?
You feel a creature staring at you!
As you turn all you see is the angel of death staring at the,
A stare so cold you dare not move,
For the fear of death in gulps you,
Yet you welcome him with open arms as fear of death fills your heart,
You watch as your life flashes bye,
Death is eminent and now is your time!
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