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Death
Death is a rose that shades the color red
The color that proves his victims are dead
The thorns on its stem represents the pain
As if the victim could not refrain
As he steals loved ones' souls to add to his collection
As others fear with no protection
When he touches your body or mind
Whatever is left someone will find
Although you may not live forever
You are still living however
Because a touch of God is all you need
To live in a world you will succeed
Although my life will abruptly end
You still have one message to send
If humans think life is just a game
Then life as we know it will never be the same
While you walk
I will talk
Death is near
When an angel peers
Your soul will soon be gone
And your life is no longer on

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To my Dogs, Atticus y Truman
May God heal your wounds and rub your bellies <3