Its Coming

Death is blind to men women and children, It doesn't care if you are rich or poor. It can come at night, or in the day, It dwells in the place where you lay. There's no protection from it, Anywhere you turn it's there. No one to call, no place to hide, "You can run, but you can't hide" doesn't apply. You can't run, you can't hide, Running, you can't stop running, its behind you. Everywhere you turn it's there. Death has many methods in carrying out its wrath, Murders, homicide, suicide, and natural death Just to name a few. Hiding has no effect, Even if you go to highest mountain Or to the depths of the deepest sea It can find you. It's found you. Now you're dead.