Song of Death

No matter where you lead thee
There, me you will see

Waiting with clutches open
Only till your karmaa-s ripen

Trained in your foolish teachings
You think you're beyond my reachings

With your yantra, mantra and tantra
You can't escape my shadyantra

Your grave has already been long dug
Someday I'll force you out of your cosy rug
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