Kevin Fitzgerald
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O Death! O Death!
All the leaves turn brown whenever you come 'round and I can't say that I blame them,
Butterflies and facist dictators run wild until you find the time to tame them,
In your eyes, the orphan, leper and the pauper and the doctor and lawyer,
Are exactly the same, yes, you are an equal opportunity destroyer!
Death! O Death!
How can anybody face you?
Death! O Death!
How could anyone embrace your pallid flesh?
O Death! O Death! O Death! O Death!
The tick tock of the clock openly mocks the thought of "winners and losers",
You stand in mute indifference to all the cries and shouts of your accusers,
Joan of Arc couldn't fight you off with all the fiery faith she had burning inside her,
Yet you, you live on in every move we make, you are the ultimate decider!
Death! O Death!
How could anyone reject you?
Death! O Death!
When the hand of god cannot deflect you,
Death! O Death!
Every face on earth reflects you!
Death! O Death! O Death! O Death!
Art, poem, prose and song pay hushed and solemn homage to your ominous influence,
Yet our lives, whether long or short, are spent in fevered prayer to beg you for your truance,
Nothing can keep our dappled days from turning grey under your claustrophobic cover,
My only hope is that when you inevitably come it's as a kind and gentle lover!
Death! O Death!
Why does everybody fear you?
Death! O Death!
When we spend our lives so very near you!
Death! O Death!
In the still of night we hear you,
Death! O Death!
Such a tragic sight we must appear to
Death! O Death! O Death! O Death!
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