I don't like that feeling about to
fall over befuddled but I like it
better than panic failing strength
too far from home on a dangerous
road even if someone is with me
I barely glimpse it don't let it get
the upper hand still it scares one
faceless black-robed scythe ready
that's how death will feel prepare
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