I wine and dine with you, oh death
Yet you spare me over and over
My purpose keeps being defeated
Your authority hits like a blow everytime

Countless souls never dare to face you
Yet you pay the visit and become an usurper
Haven't I begged enough?
How else do you need me to help with your duties?

I was approached and asked
Why would you rather by thine hands?
My perfect all time response
Would you rather by thine?
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