The lips are cold,
nothing left to hold,
the face is pale,
it was a male,
only one word can describe this last breath,
and that only word is death,
it creeps up on you,
as if you never knew,
everyone expeirences it,
impossible to omit it,
wether is a peer or yourself,
it'll be gameover; no health,
the filth kills the clean,
wether it's man, child, woman, or teen,
it has to come,
like a cookie crumb,
unexpectedly you find yourself done,
but your not the only one.
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