The day when your sick
Death comes lurking in
You hide in the closet
But death opens the closet door
You run out into the darkness
Death opens its mouth
Of the size of a garage door
With razor sharp teeth
Death runs after you
You try to run faster
But you trip over your own two feet
Death is getting closer
You scream at the top of your lungs
Death grabs you with both hands
It's Your Last Day
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