Our Scholar, Death
He will catch up to you one day,
the king of death.
The shadow of his past life,
the king of grief.
Only he can stop this,
the king of murder.
When he lurks around the corner,
only you will see him.
That horrid shadow can see you,
he can see them,
he can see us.
This poem is about:
Our world
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