Death Comes Without Warning
Death comes without warning; it steals your life away.
It takes away your loved ones, and the lights of your day.
Death comes silently; it stabs you in the back,
It reaches round behind you, then comes in for the attack
Death comes slowly; it reaches for your throat
It overwhelms you; it chokes you, before you’ve had time to put on your coat.
Death comes quickly, i...
Thursday 4th January 2024 5:26 pm
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