The Reaper
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Forget what you think you might have known.
Because those thoughts I cannot condone.
What I am and what I'm not.
Life and Death my every thought.
For those who live.
This is the gift I give.
Cut your strings and make you lifeless.
The look on your face will be quite timeless.
Just sit back and enjoy the ride.
For the world has yet to know that you've died.
Because, you see, the clocks of death have no numbers.
Where time goes one often wonders.
And now it seems I must be on my way.
For yet again it is time to slay.
But young child do not fret and fight.
For death has come upon you quickly this night.
