Death can ride the wind,and he can also walk the streets,looking for those listed,or those he accidently meets.A touch or a whisper,the smell of his breath,it's what lets us know,he beckons that we're next.And hide he doth find,in a closet or a chest,because our days were numbered,'cause death doesn't jest.
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Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave
- Philosophy — Deep thoughts on existence, knowledge, and the nature of reality