Death be sincere
When You walk past my door
You needn't hide Your ways to me
I've seen Your face before
I've watched You hover among
The Old
To Wait and Torment
And turn them cold
I've listened as You uncovered
The cowardly face
While You let some stand taller
In bravery's grace
You're slow, You're fast
You're cruel, You're kind
Then at times when You arrive
You refrain
But I beg that when You come to me
I don't care how or why or when
I ask you Death, to ease my soul
......Don't let me die in vain
D.L. OxFord

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