Quick Death
Quick Death poetry stories
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kriswynter
kriswynter I am the remnants of a saint!
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Living is to endure.

Quick Death

Heaven plays its tricks

Heaven plays its tricks hence,

Heaven plays its tricks hence, I shan't leave earth,

Heaven plays its tricks hence, I shan't leave earth, not now,

Heaven plays its tricks hence, I shan't leave earth, not now, when at the end of the dungeon

for everything has a fate,

even loss

ill fortune

illness too.

The weaker the patient is,

The weaker the patient is, the sooner the sickness will end.

end.

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