The Comming
Kept here inside my head
Is what the strange old man once said,
"Here I am and here I die,
But my son, please don't cry.
Listen close for you must know,
But be forwarned it's quite a blow.
What I say, I do forsee,
Next the death bell tolls for thee.
And wouldn't you know, in nye an hour,
Death visited me in the shower.
And do I hear you skiner snik?
Well I can stop that rather quick.
For Death has whispered in my ear,
And he'll see you in half a year!
