As​​ the​ ​clocks ​​increasing​​ tick
Patiently ​​watching​​ and​​ always​​ ready
Ever​ ​advancing, ​​ever ​​vigilant,
For​​ he ​​comes ​​for ​​every ​​man
The​​ tap ​​of ​​the ​​scythe​​ echoes ​​through​​ the ​​world
Marching​​ with​​ the​​ tick​​ of ​​time
For​​ death​​ cannot ​​be​​ denied.
 
Unsteadily​​ my ​​pulse ​​beats
Like​​ a ​​broken ​​metronome
Its ​​weight ​​unbalanced
Its ​​tick​​ out​​ of​​ sync
The ​​clock​​ strikes ​​near to ​​the​​ coming ​​hour
Soon ​​he​​ will​​ come ​​for​​ me
For​​ death​​ cannot ​​be ​​denied.
But​​ do ​​not ​​worry ​​for ​​me,
For ​​I​​ am​​ prepared
As​​ a​​ great​​ poet​​ once ​​said
I ​​too ​​have ​​a ​​rendezvous​​ with ​​death
Mine​​ will​​ be ​​in ​​this ​​hospital​​ bed
We ​​must​​ not ​​be ​​afraid
For​​ death​​ cannot ​​be ​​denied.
 
He ​​comes ​​now,
A ​​simple​​ shadow ​​standing ​​upon ​​the ​​threshold
His ​​scythe ​​clicking ​​upon ​​the ​​tiled ​​floor
He ​​reaches​​ with​​ his ​​soft​​ grasp
The ​​hourglass ​​reflects ​​the​​ time ​​soon ​​spent
Rest ​​comes ​​soon ​​for​​ me,
For​​ death​​ cannot​​ be...

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