Come, from within those walls you prey in.
Like, a snake who has no scent.
The reaper calls, and you only smile.
Lying, laughing and defying.
Your heart is cold, though your smile is bright.
Like a thief, who comes in the night.
So, begone from your disguised ways.
To, give us only healthy days...

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