Death

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Who is that, crossing the road I have seen him before What does he want with me I try to run from him, like so many others have done before me, but I fear there is no escaping him. He comes at dawn, at noon and at the setting of the sun He knows no time, no fear and above all, no remorse. He cares not for the young, the old or the sick He strikes with no mercy What does he want from me Why does he follow me I hear his footsteps getting closer and closer, but when I turn around there is nothing but silence all around me I hear him again, I see him, He is coming fast I can't get away He grabs my arm and turns me around I look at his face and I see ... DEATH!!!