Holding the Scythe

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'Death!' said I, 'thing of extinction.'

 

Once upon a midnight martyred

 

My passion is the gone casualty

 

By the grave I saw the storms

 

In a kingdom full of casualties

 

I awoke and flung the tomb

 

Deep into that darkness killing

 

When I thought of the death

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