Death by Candle sitting in a fortressed land
Death by silence or death by sand
Peaceful minds maketh things that all the world can't see
Yet death means so much more to me.
Not all bad and not so sad
And of course, I am surely mad
But fear is so unlikely needed
For why is survival so heeded?
It's no surprise your thoughts are blank
Their fears and troubles dark and dank
Ne’er shall i quite comprehend
Why we all so hate the end
Death in a small room, burning bright
Death for us who see it's right
Until you see me another night.
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