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It doesn't matter if you are a noble born, rich, brave and bold,
or from the lowly cradle you come, she have you in her hold.
The merchants in their shops, the farmers in their crops,
the monks in their monastery or the beggar in their misery
All dance and play to the same temporary tune,
a mere grain of sand in a dune.
For this is the destiny of every man, no matter his fame,
it's to play with Death the Game.
Old sketch I found around and decided to ink. I can't make a rhyme to save my life :U
or from the lowly cradle you come, she have you in her hold.
The merchants in their shops, the farmers in their crops,
the monks in their monastery or the beggar in their misery
All dance and play to the same temporary tune,
a mere grain of sand in a dune.
For this is the destiny of every man, no matter his fame,
it's to play with Death the Game.
Old sketch I found around and decided to ink. I can't make a rhyme to save my life :U
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1513x1656px 1.75 MB
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Unless you deal with Terry Pratchets death, sibce he never can remember hiw the rider in chess moves