Death of Death

Wicked man lurking beside the street
I know now your dark secret
Deceiving a noble man is your job
And his life, you want to grab
No feel of pity for your victim
As he feels pain and scream

Run as fast as you can
Before I make your body pale and wan

Wicked man who rummaged a house
No mercy for the noble man’s spouse
Her children were traumatized
Their lives are now disorganized
You left them trembling in chaos
Stealing all things for them is precious

But you don’t have place to hide
It’s now the time to lower your pride

Wicked man, also known as Death
I will now cut your breath
Flashing the light from my Savior
Will defeat your evil power
You’ll be buried with your scythe
And fall to the place where you don’t like

I will have the victory
Because you can’t do any casualty

Wicked man, also known as Death
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