DeathA Poem by JeffDeath is sitting behind me Watching me Waiting for me to make a mistake
Death already has a grip on my body An abnormal growth Is creeping through my body
Life is like chess A game with mortal stakes Played down to the last move
If Death wants me Death will have to fight me Down to the very last breath
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