I Am Death and Misfortune

I am the thorn of the rose,
The tip of a sharp nail.
I am the piercing bullet from a fired gun.
The bad luck that ruins your day.

I am the raven surrounded by snow-white doves,
The fox who killed the hens.

I am the raging storm who destroyed thousands of lives,
The blazing forest fire that killed all who came in my path.

I am the darkness you are afraid of,
The chill you feel when you're alone.

I am the one who follows you everywhere,
Waiting for a chance to strike,
While your guard is down.

Every moment I plot your demise,
For I am death and misfortune.
And every pain you feel is caused,
By me.

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