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Death Comes To Talk To MeHe licks his fingers And turns the page; His eyebrows twitch, They twist in rageDeath Comes To Talk To Me
He slams the newspaper - Smashes it to the floor; He stands up madly And runs for the door!
He yanks on his boots - Hat and staff equipped, He emerges smelling of Death Ascending from the crypt
He makes his way to me His beard a twisted flame Of golden and red braids; Like a wizard from a game
He licks his lips, He thinks some more, Then starts speaking, Recalling all the gore,
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