Unlike Death, everybody is happy When I visit. But my dear friend, Death, and I fight with each other During labour. I, to save two souls And he, to take away at least one.
He leaves disappointed when I win. In anger, he wonders, Can’t he ever take over me? It is sadistic when he wins. He takes not a soul or two, But a part of everyone’s soul there.
But you Death, my significant half,
Pay heed and understand this.
The tears when we both visit
Are the purest of all,
Strongest of all, and,
Invincible by you and I;
Know why? They’re out of love! -RJ.
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