death comes

"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"


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"The Reaper"

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