Death is a monster that lurks
Casting his ominous shadow
He strikes when we least expect;
A ruthless and honest beast
A piece of all of us
The unspoken truth that awaits.
We may cry, and fight against
But his will is strong; it is righteous.
And as our time expires
It becomes clear;
The pain lessens
And acceptance,
Brings peace.
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