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Death, do not be proud
even if you're called mighty and dreadfull
you are not this.
As those you think you've beaten,
don't really die, poor death,
just as well as you cannot kill me.
you depend on fate, chance, kings and desperate men.
And you have to act on those already weakened by poison, war or sickness
And drugs our charms can make us sleep as well
and even better than you can.
So, why are you proud?
One short sleep past
and then we are awaken for eternity
And then you'll disappear completely
death, you will die.