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Beauty in a way,

The lingering of ones soul,

Though the final stage is set

Still they seem to strain

Discarding their role

Some call it fate,

I call it a story told

All that is, erased

with your last breath

I'm always near,

Feeding on your fear

Annihilation, or cessation,

Dissolution, expiration

Your destruction and extinction

Ever resting, termination

I'm Death incarnate

Bound by simple ways,

Many marks on your trail,

Knowing you'll face he same

All that is,

erased with your last breath

I'm always near,

Feeding on your fear

Annihilation, or cessation,

Dissolution, expiration

Your destruction and extinction

Ever resting, termination

I'm Death incarnate