My skin wrinkles My ears decrease in strengh sound becomes noise to my ears My ear lobes decende Grey my hair grows
Eye sight fails glasses I wear were are they opps on the top of my head Wrinkle prune skin Firmness now ebes away dangling flappy bits hanging to my body where Musle was within
My strengh deteriates weakness and aging creeps opoun my torso Aches and pains consume my once fit ripped torso Dependant on my walking stick I visit the quack most ofen
Or they to me My bed my existitence alone I am now Waiting for my last visitor Death he shall be know In the darkness he comes
To aher the wanted souls of the lost to heaven some shall go others to there doom Souls lost in fire they are consumed
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