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Death
They tell me I can’t stop it
But only enjoy the ride
I’m scared as hell to leave my shell
And end this brutal ride.
I get sick to my stomach
When I feel him come around.
I get sad when he takes someone
And leaves dead silence in the crowd.
He knocks on your doorstep
And your heart begins to pound.
You tend to lose your footing
And stumble to the ground.
So how can I enjoy this ride
And try to not to cry?
When he is all around me-
Death is by my side.
