Quietus

November 14, 2008
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You sense my coming
I’m all over the news.
For some my arrival is expected
For others I give no clues.

Your feeble attempts are useless
For you battle with ways of medicine.
I shall affirm my inconvenience
But surely you know I’ll win.

It is chance that selects
Of whom I’ll next meet.
But the old and the ill
I tend to first greet.

I am everywhere, yet nowhere
Penetrating all with one last breath.
I disunite the body and soul
For I am Death.





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