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I first met Death when I was three
A small boy playing in sand
When the Messenger comes;

"We are all goin' to die tonight,
The five-year old said.
"The Russians are goin' to nuke us!"

Father-figure overhead in flight
Cracking Mach 1 in sonic superblast
Wings away with death gravid within

My brother screams, leaves, flees
But I fall to earth, terrified
Sure this is what it is to die