The Hand Of Death

In poetic form

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Death

You never realize

What he brings

Until he hits

And hits hard

So permanent

And often unexpected

Yet nothing can stop it

Not love

The fear he causes

The pain he brings

The sorrow we show

Or even prayer

They always said

There’s power in prayer

And stength in numbers

That won’t get you anywhere

Except to a false hope

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When he comes

Knocking at your door

He shall break through

To take you

No matter what