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This is part 2 of I = Death. Its not as good but i tried. ^.^

You are young
Your life not yet spun

Sorry to say this
But you must die
So try not to cry

I raise my blade
Ypur face like slate

Tears roll down your cheeks
and each one speaks

I lower it down
and begin to frown

You to beautiful
I say being joyfull
It would make me regretful

I then turn away
and left empty handed

But to be truthfull
the world aint that beautiful