~*~Shannon~*~
Teenagers knock upon my door,
Thinking there is naught else to do.
Drunks knock upon my door,
In a loud squeal,
And a crunch of steel.
Some knock suddenly,
It wasn't their time,
They were taken in their prime.
My door is one which you can enter but never leave.
In a terror that will seize,
When I open the door, you know It's Me.
I am Death. You are free.
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