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Beware that death
Beware that death that comes
Beware that death
Beware that death that comes
On feet of iron
With hands of stone
And tears of nails
And voice of bones
And eats your days
And spits moans
With indifference.
With ambivalence
And not unto love
And not unto pain
And not unto relief
And not unto hate.
All names
All souls
All endings.

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