I feel death circling
A great black shadow
A plain shroud trailing behind
Ready for any man, woman or child
Hold your breath
And ready your tears
Find your mourning clothes
Cover the mirrors
Whether you quiver within your walls
Or under open skies
There's no way to camouflage yourself
Better to use your last breaths digging your own grave than to live vicarious and ignorant.
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