Death's Cold Dark Hand
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Shaun Cronick
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Death never loses,
On this mortal plane.
Death's Cold Dark Hand,
Wins time and time again.
But when we leave,
This human plane.
And arrive contented,
In a new spiritual land.
There's no warm welcome,
For Death's Cold Dark Hand.
Copyright Shaun Cronick 2019.All Rights Reserved.
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