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No more worries,

No distress,

Face the fact;

Accept your death.

Death's beguiling tact

Has thus sealed this pact

And brought you on

The misfortune we humans do attract.

There'll be no more dawn,  

For you'll be long gone. 

You've been picked!

You are the one to which Death is drawn. 

After a life of being shoved and kicked,

You're spent, licked. 

Death is sweet to such as you!

Now sorrow comes to an inharmonious, abrupt —

The End

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