• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 06
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Death Waits for No One

Time,
A lusty seductress whispering in one's ear,
It can't wait,
Why do today, what can be done tomorrow?
With her luscious lips of red,
She spews forth promises like venom from a snake,
Oh,
Weary traveler beware!
Her deceitful gaze will lead you astray,
For while staring into the mirror,
Her appeal soon fades,
Death,
She waits for no one.

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