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Death's Stalkers
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2001 and earlier He looks on with a weary eye
Watching the careless,
The hateful,
The old, young, and hurting.
Always he's on his skeletal feet
Everywhere they are sick.
They are killing eachother
Dying.....
So weary, so tired
More and more are his clients
His to escort into the earth's very bowels
So weary, so tired.
They hardly ever go up anymore.
If they did,
It would be the Whites to look after them
Even death can get Death down after a while
Wearing on his patience
His shell,
Demeanor.
Death no longer stalking the dying
They all stalk Death......
10:05 am; 4-27-02
