DEATH

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Moving down the pathways of everyday life,
Is a lurking shadow as sharp as a knife.
Like the prowling lion that waits for its kill,
With a growling stomach that can never be filled.
Though this beast of the jungle has a limitless field,
Its cunning is such that ist victims ALL yield.
You might think I´m joking or talking a spree.
But watch your next step, for that devil is me!

Yes I´m death and I´m waiting for you,
And sooner or later I´ll get you too!

From your´re moment of birth you come under my power,
And remain in my grasp ´till you´re very last hour.
Like the slave to its master you´re just one of my tools,
Caught up in a game in which I make the rules.
Like the soldier in battle who answered I won´t!
You get killed if you do and shot if you don´t!
You can run, you can hide, but you´ll never be free,
For around the next corner I´ll be waiting with glee!!

Yes I´m death and I´m waiting for you,
And sooner or later I´ll get you too!

But since I can´t be beaten let me give you a tip,
There are two ways to go when you´re taking this trip.
Like the little rabbit you can quiver and shake,
And die a half-death with each move that you make.
Or you can s l o w l y turn and look at me with despise,
Then throw back you´re head and spit in my eyes!
Then fight for you´re life ´till you´re very last breath,
But I welcome both answers, for my name is DEATH!