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There is nowhere to go
There is nowhere to hide
So you might as well keep playing
When he joins in
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Play your bass
Play your cello
Bang on your drums
When you hear his violin join in
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See if you can keep up.
See if you can keep the tune
He’s ready to dance
So you might as well play along
*
He does not just come for you
He reaches for us all
There is no use fighting
He wants to play with us all
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So, pucker up and blow your horns
Join in with your stringed instruments
Death is here with his violin
And he’s ready to jam.
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Comments (13)
Great poem!
I got lots of music in our but I still want to keep death on the other side of the door
Powerful.
Who feels the rhythm of life? Enjoy it while you can 😀 loved this
He tried to duel with Johnny, I hear. I love this one. So many powerful lines. Nicely done, Mother Combs!
Very well done with the truth is death comes for all
Oooo, I would love to play with Death! This was so cool!
Oh my this was SO good 🤗
I love this! It reminds me of that song, The Devil Went Down to Georgia
He can play his dirge He can do his best But I won't go until I'm ready to rest! Great piece!
This is fab, I love the idea of Death's music 😁
My favorite by you so far! 🎉👋🏽
I love this! Currently feels like death is trying to get me so it is super relatable.