Oh! Death.
You ancient word
Tossing in and tossing out
Snapped,
Our world tremble
Years of gnashing of teeth
Young and old you make despair
Riches are vanish at the sight of you
Poverty, not an excuse towards your execution

You sting
We stagger for balance
Ridiculous debt no generation can pay off

Inevitable you bear
Stealer and destroyer of fame and fortune.

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