DEATH'S HAND
Charon waits patiently by his ferry for a soul
he does'nt care if its young or had a chance to grow
all he needs is a coin to take you on a journey
a trip of no return
your life burnt brightly but like a flame was eventually put out
death;s dark hand waiting for you without a doubt
as thanatos comes so silent you barely hear a creak
and his wings stop your heart with a single beat
now all the children cry and widows weep
and wish you would awake from your endless sleep
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