It is I, Death.
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Speak my name for it simplifies fact. 
Life and I are not in similar pact.
I am the darkest countenance with pale face.
It is I, whom will claim your time and space.

The fool does not respect such fate.
Nor comprehend, paying heed to hate.
The vigilant do not escape my stalk
Bearing witness that I breathe and walk.
 
As I embezzle the souls through persistent aim,
The suffering call on my grim and name.
The false learn my fatal touch to be true
And value riches of the interim that wont save you.

The suicidal speak my name forever. 
Take heed mortals, I leave them never.
The impious moan with fear and scream. 
Morality awake! I am not a dream.

I have warned and still you mourn.
I am but the beginning, of time so torn.
Only by strength in faith shall thy overcome me
And send malicious back from whence it came to be.

The brave stand their ground with might. 
Beware my gentle whisper in the night.
The shadows take form in my disguise.
Behold! My pets, I do not compromise.



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