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Dear Death

Why did you come knocking at my door, why did you come here? 

My house was so quiet and nice, there was peace here. There was no one we opposed, we harbored no ill will nor nefarious thought.  Simplicity and comfort was all we wished, to live with each other in peace and kindness, commune with nature and live in this world with little force. 

Why did you come knocking at my door?  I've no bone to pick with you. 

I've been good and paid my dues.  I raised my son to be good and right.  He harbored ill toward none and harmed not one.  He was good and right. 

Why did you come knocking at my door? 

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