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Burns, brakes, cuts and bruises

An endless fight where life always loses

Life can try, but death can’t be stopped

Because death is immortal, the fight must be dropped

When life gives in, death gets his prize

Taking away innocents lives

Breaking their world is what he does best

Doing his worst, with souls he is blessed

He makes balance, but as much as you plead

Death has a job and his job we need

He takes your soul without any flaws

And one thing’s for sure, he’s fighting for yours.