This night, when the time is right—
Soon,
When the time is right,
Death will strike.
So you can say your goodbyes.
Now, my dear,
Close your eyes.
Death arrives.
He knocks on your door,
He takes your soul,
Leaving a scent of burnt-out coal.
Now you wonder—
Was your life whole?
You didn't achieve
Any goal...
But what's the point?
Death already took your soul.
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