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Post by rondetto on Apr 17, 2020 17:48:36 GMT
I hear a knocking at my door.
I opened it and saw the poor.
I saw the weak and the underfed.
I saw the old and the almost dead.
I asked them what they'd come here for,
Knocking thus at my armoured door.
They looked at me without reply.
My name is death: They'd come to die.
I hear a knocking at my door
As I've heard ten million times before
In times of plague. in times of war
They'd come a-knocking at Death's Door
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