Grim Reaper

by Azrael   Nov 14, 2011


He hides in the shadows just out of sight for if you see him you will die of fright He follows you everywhere just waiting for the right time all he wants is your soul and will leave your body behind With a quick swing the blade slices the skin and through the hole he shoves his hand right in He cuts out your soul for his fingers are sharp as a knife you have no chance to struggle as he takes your life So live each day as it is your last and enjoy life while you are able listen out for the hoof beats for he is taking his horse from the stable

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