Nothing but a vanquished prod terror,
causing everywhere a final disaster,
Thou art called the strongest and the mightiest.
Laying your icy cold hands,
you think you have conquered man,
Death! I challenge you, you are not what you appear to be
you think you are the last and final sleep,
but actually you are that last and final awakening.
So, be not proud, for your pride is befallen,
for all your terrors forsaken.
I will wait for you to come soon,
and open the doors of heaven and give me a boon.
In the end I repeat with a sigh!
NOT ME,BUT "DEATH" YOU SHALL DIE!
Author
ANITA
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