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Death's RiverRunning these shores Iam chased, reaper's closing Heart race, skin tore my time is, quickly fading High tide, creeps in I feel my, pulse diminish Low tide, sweeps out all life, has come to finish RUN! ESCAPE! While you can The bound fate of every man To breathe ground All shall drown Death creeps, these shores, and reaps all, life from being Inert from loss I feel him closing in Eyes closed, lungs froze I hold breath, final curtain My life, spared for, now, he says "Death is certain" |