This death, this death,
oh! This death,
we move with it everywhere,
nowhere to hide.
No way to escape death.
Oh! this death.
It sees you as u dig in the garden.
Oh! We move with death.
When u dress smartly it asks itself,
But when will that one come to me.
It is very jelous.
It is greedy and never satisfied.
Oh! This death
But never get worried when u lost someone useful to you,
people die but life continues,
start a new life.
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people die but life continues, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.