It will not matter,
What you do or do not
For soon, swift death
Will sweep through the land
Scooping you up onto
The back of its white horse,
The reaper throttles you
With its cold, bony hand
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell
It will not matter,
What you do or do not
For soon, swift death
Will sweep through the land
Scooping you up onto
The back of its white horse,
The reaper throttles you
With its cold, bony hand
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell