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Slow Death
To die a slow death is the
worst curse of all
A quick and painless death
is the boon to all
Very few are blessed with
such a blissful exit
Those that are must surely
be God's favorite
For who else really controls
the birth and death
And we, His children, pray to
Him till our last breath
worst curse of all
A quick and painless death
is the boon to all
Very few are blessed with
such a blissful exit
Those that are must surely
be God's favorite
For who else really controls
the birth and death
And we, His children, pray to
Him till our last breath
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Slow Death
Slow Death