Vicious, insidious, ravenous,
And so very surely out to get us,
Death, finding face and feet,
A trick not to be put off by a treat.
A friend home from a trip,
That colleague with a firm grip,
The stranger you didn't see,
Pray, who might Death now be?
Must you have held the door?
Who might have done so before?
And that neighbour in the lift,
Was he bearing the ghastly gift?
Death is illness beyond a pill,
Yet, would you die or would you kill?
What if you could still choose,
Avert either fate, retreat yet not lose?
Panic, it's hope for tomorrow,
Fear and flee Death that does follow;
We must hide, for we're sought,
Is not what's outlived but outfought?
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