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She torments without mercy; She disregards color and creed; She arrives without warning: And when her trigger sings, You're lifeless — Your existence begins to cease. She hunts without pity; She destroys like a disease. She strips away your sanity As she inflicts with her deeds. She cares not for the needy, Nor the humble, or the weak; She enjoys your cries for mercy As she destroys your will to be. She is ruthless; she's never-ending, No boundaries does she keep: She comes without warning, Carrying vengeance to her feast. I pray she ends her afflictions; Her tortures terrorize me. I pray she ceases her anger: I am shallow, broken and weak From the heartache she does bring.
Every moment we have, we must cherish. For a darkness lurks who awaits to snatch our soul when least expected. It cares not about our race, religion or creed. When our numbers up, she comes with a vengeance.
So live each day as your last, for tomorrow may never come.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
― Mark Twain
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