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Inevitable

Jul 2, 2005
Death is our inevitable fact,
The end to an un-great life
Which all of us must face.
When destiny will run its course
And countries shall fall
As I utter my words to thee.

Nothing more than this I shall say—
As you walk nearer to me
To see—To hear
What I know,
From my devilish days.

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