Every person will die one day. We never know when that day will arrive. The death window is always there, looking in one us.
brownish red stains
near the window of death
a prowler
was seen here
doing unspeakable things
oh man
this is a messed up world
where madness can never be
totally disinfected
to extinction
and laid to rest
and those brownish red stains
near the window of death
are calling out your name
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