He dies slowly in His blood

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He dies slowly in his blood

With time enough for thoughts to flood

The grayish matter that is his mind

Of all that shall be left behind

Perhaps an infant son or daughter

Orphaned now by cartel slaughter

As the Reaper's roses bud

He dies slowly in his blood

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