Death
has no appointment
The
dark angel will come any time
He
makes no advance notice
He
makes no calls he is on his way
We
know he is there
With
his bag collecting souls
Everyday
he will move in circle
There
is always some who will go
We
can't fight with him
He
has the authority to collect souls
A
licence granted in our history
The
souls he will take away
That
said we have to perform our deeds
We
have to do good work to stay a bit longer
The
dark angel may make a U turn
He
comes at another day and time
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