“Thinking Of Death” A lonesome traveler, wanders the streets. Leaving a chill, with all that he meets. He has walked for a lifetime, he has walked for two. His name is Death, and he's coming for you. So cold is his path, so covered with pain. The souls that are taken, are all for his gain. He'll keep walking forever, never a rest. He feels pity for no one, there is ice in his chest. The king of the dead, this creature of black. He's gone in no time, but will soon be back. Is he of evil, or is he of good? Many have asked, but not understood. Is he a being, with mind, will and heart? Or is he a tool, to tear us apart? The answer is there, for all to see. He's merely a guide, for you and for me. He'll take us to places, never of dreamt. The kingdom of God - from paradise, he is sent. Is he so vicious, the ruler of mortals? He that to God, opens the portals. To many a question, no answer there is. But beware of his touch, such tragic a kiss. For when God calls for you, you can not escape. There is no way out. Next you, he will take. A lonesome traveler, wanders the streets. Leaving a chill, with all that he meets. You can run for a lifetime, you can fight for your cause. His name is Death - and soon, so is yours.
"The Skeleton and the Teacup" There once was a miniature skeleton man so tiny he fit in the palm of your hand. He lived with the sweet little Mary-Sue Hardy who every day would have a tea party. But the skeleton man was not fluffy nor pink so he only could dream of the tea they did drink. And when Mary-Sue Hardy was done with her play she would frown as she put the small tea set away. "A skeleton man, how horrid a toy that surely was meant, not for me, but a boy." And the poor little skeleton was left all alone as the other toys teased him and tugged at his bones. So one day he decided he would join in the fun after removing the competition all one by one. Little Teddy, the worst, soon lost his sneer when the skeleton man stuffed his legs in his ears. The dolly that wets tried to call out in pain when she lost what she had of a cottony brain. The cute little pony so proper and prim would gallop no more, she was ripped limb from limb. And on it all went till the whole room was through and the skeleton man had no more he could do. So sure he'd be next for the daily tea party he sat and he waited for Mary-Sue Hardy. But Mary-Sue Hardy had parties no more when she saw the horror laid out on her floor. Because of the gruesome act he'd committed poor Mary-Sue Hardy... well, she was committed. And the skeleton man thought back on his crime "Oh well," he declared. "Better luck next time."
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