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Mama said it was taken care of
“Child, there’s nothing to be scared of”
I close my eyes, and to my surprise
There is something I’m made aware of

A tingle, running, down my spine
I’m no longer feeling fine
Could this be, the end of me
Surely, I must disincline

Afraid to look, from where I stand
Lost within this haunted land
I realize, I was not so wise
Death has taken the upper hand

He stays, speaking not a word
He obviously is not deterred
Why do I fear, this one so near?
This is really quite absurd

Do you think he will stay?
Will I make it through the day?
I know not he, who comes for me
I just wish he’d go away

I think, shut tight, I’ll keep my eyes
I know his will, I won’t defy
I think that’s best, I can feel unrest
Someone save me, I don’t want to die!


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