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The End

Tags: death, fear

It happens to everyone.

When you were born
I was conceived.
You live in the light
I am the blackness.

In your most joyous moments
I still lurk.
You may forget me,
I have not forgotten you.

Do what you can to delay
I march to meet you.
Choose your religion
I am part them all.

Deny your fear
I feast upon it.
You feel me close
The END in near.

No matter what we do it is always around the corner.
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