The pale white horse's rider,
Composes his constant masterpiece;
The tune is so eloquently constructed,
Ready for its next musical release.
His audience are not always willing,
Forced to listen to his fiery chords;
His musicians play fiercely,
Delivering listeners to their lords.
There's no escaping his song,
He's written it just for you;
Sit down and enjoy your musical,
There's nothing more you can do.
It is his orchestra,
Delivering you your last breath;
Welcome the forced notes,
For the composer is Death.
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