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
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
Love it? Hate it? Think I should write more? Please review in the box below and let me know! This is my first "Final Destination" fanfic. I have at least 5 more planed, though none of them will be poems.