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Embrace death with open arms
Let not its grip slip from hold
With echoes of memories
Fear it not
This is your time
Escape
Allow the mist to fill you up
Drown
It will not blister
Bruise or harm
It is life that wrinkles
Makes you old
It is that which lives that gives to rot
Embrace it
The reaper will always plow the fields
You are warmer now
Existence is cold
Let those fears of pain be forgot
Born to die
This is our fate
Kneel to hades
Wear his crown
Open wide
Embrace death
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Listen to these pounding cries
To thee from tortured souls arise
Listen to thy master’s bellow
Know you well but not thy fellow
Liquid warmth kiss cold hard faces
Now escaped from natural places
Thoughts scattered round pondered mind
Ask if this fate will soon be thine
BY OSCARÂ TORRES LEON
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