You cannot stop the process of aging and the journey towards death.
Here comes the bully of time
Coming to torture us and be unkind
It has plotted and made up it’s mind
You are the easiest prey it could find
How can so much time seem so little?
You are frail now and so brittle
Hardly a challenge or an equal match
I hope death is happy with it’s catch
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