And there was death in the morning
Looming with the sunshine
Little was fore known
Of the sorrows that was to come
And there was death by midday
Who would have thought
This gore would come
For death came knocking on my door
Leaving us in tears and in sore
And till this day I dread the mornings
Where joy and brightness would take precedence
Lest death come to snatch it from me
Once again just like before.
Little was fore known
Of the sorrows that was to come
And there was death by midday
Who would have thought
This gore would come
For death came knocking on my door
Leaving us in tears and in sore
And till this day I dread the mornings
Where joy and brightness would take precedence
Lest death come to snatch it from me
Once again just like before.
E.W 2018
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