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Death.
Once upon a time there was a lady called Death and
she was a player.
Every day she loved a different man or woman,
even a child.
A powerful bitch she was.
She took what she wanted
and noone could say a thing.
Even Jesus,
the son of God was taken by her once.
Love, she is coming for me.
One step at a time.
I know you love me,
but that’s the way it gotta be.
She will love me too.
And she will come to love you too.
Don’t cry now.
There is time.
Love me now.
After all,
she will love us all…
at some point.
"Love me now."
The Bard would be proud! But does she carry that spiffy wheat wacker (sycth)?
Nope.
Nah, she is in a long black strapless dress.
Long, slim, pretty fingers.
Face of an angel.
Her hands stay empty.
Empty to get a hold of everything she wants.
A tiny drop of blood fell from her fingernail.
Guess that is not a nail polish.
Eyes black like your fear that hides in the closet.
Though she is not scary.
You won't guess her name 'till the end of it all.