Death stalks its prey.
It watches, savoring each moment before the final kill.
It is the hunter, ready to take the soul the moment its laid bare.
Do you see death the way I do?
Do you see its dark stare and its laughing grimace?
Do you see the way it watches and contemplates its victims?
No, you see only life, until it has gone.
Death is a strange thing. It stalks us all. But some seem destined for a preordained departure.
Death is always watching.
Death may brush near, or may even take another's body to use their mortal eyes. But death is there, sometimes for years, or only a moment before.
Death is always watching.
Death may brush near, or may even take another's body to use their mortal eyes. But death is there, sometimes for years, or only a moment before.
Can you identify who death is watching?
Some are easy to recognize. Others not so easy. Some lived long lives, some only short. Who are they?
And even more important than who death is watching, is WHO is watching death?
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