And here comes the devil
The devil bringing with him the peril
The peril itself the death
taking away the breath
the momentary joy enclosed in a bubble
Just bursts splashes off with a slight trebble
Yesterday I saw him flying ,living his life
And today woven into death strife
How can I possibly believe
How can I possibly conceive
Death surely is inevitable
But yet today I know death is surely too unpredictable
And the person dies
And her kin cries
A cry of sorrow drops down my eyes
Since the dead struck by death before me lies
And I can now do nothing but lament
Since Destiny overpowers us leaving us to repent
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