A perfect ethnic cleanser

A perfect ethnic cleanser

Death__ is a perfect ethnic cleanser;
It has no ethics,
But an agent of eternity,
And an excellent janitor of population,
Have no colour, cast or creed
He comes to us without any shape or smell,
But with a ritual
That to take you with himWithout respect for your permission..

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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