Sacred Thoughts

As I walk on this lonely beach, I see the members of a once dead race
I try to escape, as in futility I quicken my pace
My thoughts centered on Deaths lonely grip
They encircle my soul, and through my rotting flesh they rip
Run! Run! is the only thought that occupies my mind
Death embraces the wicked and crushes the kind
Try to escape death and you too will be cast aside
Taken to the hereafter in a blood red tide

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