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This is dedicated to Nate, the person in EP I've know the longest. :)

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Author's note: Ok, yeah, I borrowed some ideas from Mr. Bludworth, the "mortician." IMHO, that was no mortician in the funeral home with Alex and Clear, it was Death personified.

You Can't Cheat Death
by Bria
Tuesday, January 6, 2001

How did this happen?
All of the were supposed to die
All of them
It was their time
And my design

Yet 7 people walked off that plane
They evaded me and my plan
Disrespected my design
But no matter, for I am Death
They can't cheat me

I have a new design
Each will die, one by one
They are my mice,
And I the proverbial cat
I will see them soon

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