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Dear Mr.Death
What is it like?
To see the life taken from your prey's eyes
To take sweet kindred souls of old and young alike?
Fully knowing you will cause sadness beyond measure
Yes, you know who and what death is
Death, both peaceful and painful
Death, as natural as breathing
Death, as pungent as a rose
Death, the same when all ends
Feared, hated, forgotten, and alone