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"The Reaper"
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Just a thought! Patiently awaiting your last rattling cough,
A collapsed rotting lung, or a heartbeat that's off.
Sand in the hour glass dwindles with time,
No more procedures to lengthen your chime.
Appearing through deafening silence, like a thief in the night,
Gripping your tortured soul, from an unearthly plight.
Rise up and go gently, no more time on the keeper...
See me now! Take my hand!... For I am, "The Reaper"
Author's Notes/Comments:
"The Reaper"
I bet you're a lot
Of fun at partys .
You could scare the pants off
Everyone there.
I like it.