"Death"
A Poem by Stoutclaw

Death is a painful thing.
No matter how hard you try
to stay alive,
you'll always die.

Well some get lucky.
Some just don't,
and some like my self
enjoy life to its fullest.

Maybe you will live forever,
if your the chosen one of course.
I thought I was the chosen one,
but I'm not, Ublaz is!

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