Death
Death you
are cruel. Spare none
Most dear
and adorable is thy inevitability
Fear me –
whenever I see thy cursing activity
What a sad
plight you make of us, run.
Do you not
have thy own power these days fun?
Always
blames of pretentions as disease, rule, power and poverty
Sometimes
thou swell much on hierarchy and vitality
Most painful
and sorrowful thing tears that tears tone
O’ why am I
scolding and apprising thee
Thou are the
great, a ruler, may be incredible
But with
distinct, you rule on the cosmos indiscriminately
You might
arouse envy but love to me with swarthy
For being
leveler you bring all to the same stable
Ah!
Marvelous!! You challenge the mortals (not me) obstinately.
Death spare none som.........
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